[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
Sluts with us, fake tits and they asses fat
Gudda ain't ya average cat, I'm something like a savage gat
Came up in the jungle and adjusted to this habitat
I'm sick of n-ggas garbage raps
I ain't bout to battle rap
Grab the gat, hit em in his chest make a cabbage patch
I'm after that chedder cheese n-gga
Where the cabbage at?
Gudda Gudda motherf-cker there'll be nothin' after that
I'm bout to go HAM on this motherf-cking track
In fact I'm better than a lot of n-ggas better get yo raps intact
See me on that big screen and think sh-ts sweet
Diarrhea music when I let this hot sh-t leak
Uhh, take heed and listen when a real n-gga speak
Or slide down a razor blade up sh-ts creek, n-gga

[Gudda Gudda:]
Uhh, I'm screaming MOB
Money Over Bullsh-t
Don't Bullsh-t me

[Lil Wayne:]
Hello World it's Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can't let the bullsh-t 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 b-tch
Hammer stay cocked 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 p-ssy'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 Bullsh-t
Don't Bullsh-t me

[Lil Wayne:]
Hello World it's Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can't let the bullsh-t 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
B-tch I'm a boss I got ya hoe in my assembly 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 n-ggas can't f-ck with me
Check my footsteps look like there was couple me's
We ain't promised tomorrow but I feel immortal
Bullets beat yo ass 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
B-tch 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 ain't on sh-t, n-gga you ain't on sh-t
It's Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song b-tch
I'm in that cherry tone six
I'm with a cherry tone b-tch
And she got very strong lips
She got baritone lips so I tell her carry on b-tch
And when you in my home b-tch
You are coming out of your house of Dereon sh-t
Twitter Wayne at the top of every song list
I'm spittin like a long kiss
Live from the throne b-tch

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda:]
Uhh, I'm screaming MOB
Money Over Bullsh-t
Don't Bullsh-t me

[Lil Wayne:]
Hello World it's Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can't let the bullsh-t 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