[Gudda Gudda]
Ok I'm leanin' to the left, flag in my right pocket
Star Trek fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average you rappers is a** backwards
Gudda spit crack and you n***as is crack addicts
It's simple mathematics; you cut the check
And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the gra** in
Pretty b**hes damn near faint when they pa**in'
Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston
Potatohead n***as get mashed when I'm spazzin
Think you f**in' with me? Put your cash in
Nah, I doubt it;
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it
You n***as is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
k** the competition and shower n***as with flowers
This rap sh** is ours, Gudda, b**h~!
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace
Black clothes, black tennis', black semi'
I've never sat in the Hemi, that will offend me
Try Maybach or Maybach, b**h I got stacks
Yeah, Paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback
I still don't play that, I k** on ASAP
And we don't do sh** but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they runnin' your way
YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day
Where the d** so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of y'all say you want drama? I'm honored
I blitz yo' a** like a mothaf**in' lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red like an old 49er
f** sh**tin' on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby, b**h I'm hotter than Uganda
Uggh!
[Jae Millz]
Let-let go
Mo-momma ain't make me to make homies, she made me to make history
So doin that my extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy and my target is the industry
Two things in the world I love - good head and victory
You ain't doin' it big, I'm grown, stop kiddin me
Your whip ain't up to date and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Kathy Bates
Come at me sideways my money'll slap you straight
Yeah, I'm a big joker so you know I'll smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl send her home with a ashy face
Love is a gamble, but it's my casino
And tonight you're the loser, I hope she got Aveno
I hope the game got life insurance cause I'mma k** it
And all you whack a** rap n***as dyin with it
I'm so Harlem, eatin but still starvin'
Po-pockets fat as f** like all they do is eat margarine
Millz!
[Tyga]
Say, put the flow in the pot, crank up the notch
Burn the song from a stove top, this finger lickin hot
His pick flip cause the n***a flopped
My sh** hit like the pitch was soft, n***as cottonballed
She dropped drawers cause she poppin off
Her p**y crossed guard but, I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like f** the f**in law
Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet the Don?
That Rocky sh** up on the arm-arm
sh**tin on 'em like hay in the barn
Hey wait they say Money talks and, man you don't speak at all
You shop at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up like using an*logs
Ha ha~! I wreck sh** for the recognition b**h
Jesus as my witness, Saan vision
Eyeball you n***as, flame flicker
I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin