Ok I'm sippin' on the syrup
Got a n***a moving slow
I'm all about the money
What the f** you think I do it for
b**h don't act like you don't know
I'm k**ing all these rap n***as
Custom made caskets for you muthaf**a funerals
Keep the women with me
sh** I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday like we won the f**ing Superbowl
Chillin' wit my n***a Mack, he keep b**hes handy
White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy
When I'm walking by the women say ' Who is that n***a?'
I replied 'Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that n***a'
I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
Whip on 24's watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
And yous a muthaf**in' duck, Daffy Dill
I'm from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and k**
Pick the knife or gunner, you can get the package deal
I'm hot n***a, burning everything around me
I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
The streets say I'm King but the game will never crown me
Realist n***a doin' it just ask the n***as around me
So you cant size me up or try to clown uh
Shark in the water jump in and Imma drown ya
New Orleans n***a, Gun out, Imma down ya
Put n***as to sleep like a muthaf**in' downer
Imma Great White, yous a flounder
Fish and a b**h I tuna eveything around ya
U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya
It's Young Money b**h
At the top is where they found us
Uh, Goons on deck
Marley don't shoot em'
Silence on the gun
Watch a n***a mute em'
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden
School these n***as, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit cha
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
b**h I'm still spittin' like I ate a Jalapeno
I'm from uptown, my b**h from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault
And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce
I ain't worryin' bout sh**, Everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house
Wit a high yellow thick b**h wit her legs out
Cash Money president but we in a red house
Who the f** want it? Make my f**in' day
I blow your candles out, now n***a cut that cake
I gotta eat b**hes, like a run-away
Y'all n***as ain't eatin, stomach ache
Ok, all these b**hes, And n***as still hatin
I used to be ballin', But now I'm Bill Gate'n
f**in with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic
I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin is a habbit
Keep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad b-tches and I f-ck em like rabbits
Dope d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh