[Gudda Gudda]
I gets it in all day
In the studio all work, no play

I could pay a visit to your block broad day
F-ck what ya'll say I spit raw hard yay
Millz twisting up the sticky not that barnyard hay

We just getting to the money then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac truck

!@%*s with us, fake tits and they $$#es fat
Gudda aint ya average cat, I'm something like a savage gat
Came up in the jungle and adjusted to this habitat

I'm sick of ^!$$%s garbage raps
I aint bout to battle rap
Grab the gat, hit em in his chest make a cabbage patch

I'm after that chedder cheese ^!$$%
Where the cabbage at?
Gudda Gudda muthaf-cker there'll be nothin' after that

I'm bout to go HAM on this muthaf-cking track
In fact I'm better than a lot of ^!$$%s better get yo raps intact
See me on that big screen and think %#@!s sweet

Diarrhea music when I let this hot %#@! leak
Uhh, take heed and listen when a real ^!$$% speak
Or slide down a razor blade up %#@!s creek, ^!$$%


[Gudda Gudda]
Uhh, I'm screaming MOB

Money Over Bull%#@!
Don't Bull%#@! me


[Lil Wayne]
Hello World it's Little full clip me
Got that wake yo $$# up can't let the bull%#@! sleep

It's Young Money

(It's Young Money)


It's Young Money
We take money

It's Young Money
(It's Young Money)


It's Young Money
We make money
Biatch


[Lil Wayne]
I'm talking big money (*##$

Hammer stay @@#!ed like Alfred the Hitch
Take money like a pimp make money like a mint?
Gettin money is the only time life make sense

People like me, but people like spiders
And spiders eat flies and you know what flies eat
And kids are the only ones that really blush

I'm real as f-ck
I pull that thing and hit em up
That bullet travel hit a gut

Then hit ya fitted up
Hit ya whole city up
Hit ya while ya laying down

Shots leave ya sittin up
Run in the bathroom on ya girl and get a titty f-ck
Right after I buss a nut I buss the gun get rid of her

Ya bunch of #~!!@'s having a pity party
My guns look like they in kindergarten
I'm the dirtiest seed in any garden

Got more stripes on my sleeve than any sergeant
The paralysed feel me, the blind see me
And the deaf can hear me

And the smart fear me
Wh-which side you on?
Hi-highway to heaven, I would drive you home

Uhh

[Gudda Gudda]

Uhh, I'm screaming MOB
Money Over Bull%#@!
Don't Bull%#@! me

[Lil Wayne]

Hello World it's Little full clip me
Got that wake yo $$# up can't let the bull%#@! sleep
It's Young Money
(It's Young Money)


It's Young Money
We take money
It's Young Money
(It's Young Money)


It's Young Money
We make money
Biatch

[Lil Wayne]

Eagle street where them twenty's go for 25
(*##$ I'm a boss I got ya hoe in my $$#embly line
Here's Weezy F and the F is for Finish line
I saved us from hip hop genocide
Medication in my cup because my flow sick
Got a syringe in my draws, call it dope dick

And my girls say you ^!$$%s can't f-ck with me
Check my footsteps look like there was couple me's
We aint promised tomorrow but I feel immortal
Bullets beat yo $$# up like Miguel Cotto
I'm the real Zorro, Rest in peace Torro
And when I die, bury me in all Polo
Kanyeezy's on my feet with two pony tails

(*##$ I'm hotter than going to hell
Oh well and the money is my only mail
And I'm the God sippin' syrup out the Holy Grail
Oh well
And you aint on %#@!, ^!$$% you aint on %#@!
Its Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song (*##$
I'm in that cherry tone six

I'm with a cherry tone (*##$
And she got very strong lips
She got baritone lips so I tell her carry on (*##$
And when you in my home (*##$
You are coming out of your house of Dereon %#@!
Twitter Wayne at the top of every song list
I'm spittin like a long kiss

Live from the throne (*##$

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda]
Uhh, I'm screaming MOB
Money Over Bull%#@!

Don't Bull%#@! me

[Lil Wayne]
Hello World it's Little full clip me
Got that wake yo $$# up can't let the bull%#@! sleep
It's Young Money
(It's Young Money)


It's Young Money
We take money
It's Young Money
(It's Young Money)

It's Young Money
We make money
Biatch