| (Gudda Gudda) mo money (uh), Mo bitches mo worth, Mo haters, equals mo snitches, yea mo digits, no, mo commas me affiliated with trendsetters, equals mo drama weezy Obama, dat-dats my co-signa you see Osama, in-in my persona steamin like a sona, Im sick i need a doctor, stab you before I drown you now you just another red lobster where da bitches at? I need a head doctor nice thick n red bitch you fuckin with a top shot-ta tt-top dolla, nigga young money we got old money, dont play dumb money all black whips, all red flags put that red dot on yo head, play head tag real niggas listen, when im preachin to em now we all know money talks, cuz im speakin to em (Lil Wayne) Uh-Umm But I aint speaking to em I call my guns jumpers cause my bullets just leaping to em all you boys bustas, so soft, bet the wind blew em I claim flame, I am just re-kin-dl-in my in-tu-ition is get payed but this glock will knock you back to 5th grade I, school you niggas but none of yous get A's got a bitch who wont stop till everyone of us get laid lotta of you niggas are son of a bitch made and if your girlfriend utter, I cut her like switch blade, yeaa we ridin like roller blades now gon give me head till it fall off of your shoulders babe I smoke a O all day, thats why Im so away mentally mind blown now gon and blow away, yea ya'll niggas is super fake I putchu niggas on mute, then I mutilate, yeaa I Mac like the computer say my hoes cooperate, I mean co-operate I dont know how to say, oh but I ... |
