It’s Young Money lyrics

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I gets it in all day
In the studio all work, no play
I could pay a visit to your block all 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
Trucks, sl*ts with us, fake tits and their asses fat
Gudda ain't your average cat, I’m something like a savage that
Came up in the jungle and adjusted to this habitat
I’m sick of n*gga 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 nothing 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 your 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 on a razor blade up sh*ts creek, n*gga

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda & Lil Wayne]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullsh*t
Don’t bullsh*t me
Hello world it’s Little Full Clip Me
Got-gotta 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

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I’m talking big money b*tch
Hammer stay c*cked 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 get 'em up
That bullet travel hit a gut
Then hit your fitted up
Hit your whole city up
Hit you while you laying down
Shots leave you sittin up
Run in the bathroom on your girl and get a titty f*ck
Right after I bust a nut I bust the gun get rid of her
Y'a bunch of pus*y’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 paralyzed 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
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda & Lil Wayne]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullsh*t
Don’t bullsh*t me

Hello world it’s Little Full Clip Me
Got-gotta 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

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Eagle street where them twenty’s go for 25
b*tch I’m a boss I got ya ho 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, it's cause my flow's sick
Got a syringe in my drawers, call it dope di*k
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 Toro
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 a God sippin’ syrup out the Holy Grail
Oh well
And you ain't on sh*t, n*gga you ain't on sh*t
Its 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 & Lil Wayne]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullsh*t
Don’t bullsh*t me

Hello world it’s Little Full Clip Me
Got-gotta 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