[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Yeah Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms Bad b**h on my arm With a Halle Berry body You know what I do, I G-get straight to the moolah Wrist wear frigid And my watch is a Franck Muller I'm reppin' young moolah, Gudda x 2, I Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box Now I got two large accounts With money stacks and large amounts What the f** you n***as talkin' bout Cause we ain't tryin' talk it out Pistol hangin' out my jeans It ain't a thing Lets spark it out Let that chopper start to sing And let it ring and then I'm out Yeah, you know what I'm sippin' Purple got me trippin' Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard I'm on South Beach chillin' And I'm tryin' to f** every hottie Get her to the crib And make her f** everybody You know the team It's Young Money over everybody In the rap game So it's f** everybody [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Married to the MOB Bury you alive My girl p**y feel like Heaven to a God And I came in this b**h with my n***as
Kidnap the baby and the f**in' babysitter, yeah I be doin' me Don't give a f** bout what you doin' Blood gang, b**h Big B's, Boston Bruins I could do this sh** eyes closed Nothin' to it Bullets f** your body up They ain't even tryna view it I go tough, I go stupid Murk your p**y a** And everyone you in cahoots with f** you with a pool stick Make you swallow tooth picks f**in' right, we ruthless We done watched too many movies Then smoked too many doobies Murk you out, then deuces We don't know what truce is That bullet proof vest so useless Flag red like bruises Shoot at ya head with them Uzis I swear, your honor I ain't a dealer, I'm a user Ya dig? I load up the Sig Point it at ya wig Pull over on the highway Throw you off the bridge We don't give a f** And we ain't never did sh**, three words you never hear "Let him live" I'm in my own zone It got me throwed off I break these b**hes down I break these hoes off Lil Tunechi is my name I got Gudda on the tape Public apology Sorry For The Wait