Hones-T - Payton Manning ft Gudda Gudda, Ace Hood Lyrics

Hones-T - Payton Manning ft Gudda Gudda, Ace Hood Lyrics:

catch a bullet in your chest i’m paying… bitch
ok, i’m walking with the bomb, cause i’m the man
whores on my stick, yeah i play ‘em like the banjo
damn, you i’ll be going hard to fuck your…
chopper wood.. i’ll be marching like the..
i’m painting, hearing all targets you’re receiving…
the bullets that i’m.. make sure you delete ‘em
on a mission, with great precision
murder all my victims, got a scope o the pistol
make sure he ain’t never missing
i get to the money, and ain’t damn funny
raining outside but the… looks funny
the steam in the game…
these nigger can’t take that from me!
i walk in the club, take your queen, while you’ll be making up money
may believe, the shit she’s telling you is made believe
will she be leaving you, she…

chorus: (x2)
i’m payton manning with great precision
you gonna need a little more than stitches
i’m just hoping it ain’t no witness
shoot you when you can’t defend it
nobody will tell who did it!
now bring the hood back in it!

niggers wanna beat the gang, can’t handle them
man, i’m riding up in the middle like…
just like to spend the group together like on the track
nigger spend the group together, nigger on your back!
you pussy ass nigger, i got no time
fuck ass niggers must… your mind
say that shit nigger one more time,
i’mma pull….bitchy ass online!
uh, we’re grinding like i never did
fuck ‘em real bitches you never will
i don’t give a fuck, nigger how you feel?
real! bitch nigger, what you really wanna do?
got a forty five up in my ass
please bitch, don’t make me shoot
what they do, yeah!
yeah nigger know we’re out here
got your baby momma taking off your underwear
chill! you a bitch cause you ain’t gonna ride
see a bitch nigger, in your yard
better keep it here nigger by your side

chorus: (x2)
i’m payton manning with great precision
you gonna need a little more than stitches
i’m just hoping it ain’t no witness
shoot you when you can’t defend it
nobody will tell who did it!
now bring the hood back in it!

catch, catch a bullet, then you go catch a bullet
catch, catch a bullet, then you go catch a bullet
i’m payton manning with great precision
now bring the hood back in it!
catch a bullet through your chest
i’m payton manning, bitch!

Lil Wayne - Throwed Off ft Gudda Gudda Lyrics

Lil Wayne - Throwed Off ft Gudda Gudda Lyrics:

[Gudda Gudda]
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I’m reppin’ young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amounts
What the f-ck you niggas talkin’ bout, cause we ain’t tryin’ talk it out
Pistol hangin’ out my jeans, it ain’t a thing, lets spark it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I’m out
Yeah, you know what I’m sippin’, purple got me trippin’
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I’m on South Beach chillin’ and I’m tryin’ to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her f-ck everybody
You know the team, it’s Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it’s f-ck everybody
[Lil Wayne]
Married to the mob, bury you alive
My girl p-ssy feel like heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the f-ckin’ babysitter, yeah
I be doin’ me, don’t give a f-ck bout what you doin’
Blood gang bitch, big V’s, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin’ to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain’t even tryna view it
I go tough, I go stupid
Murk your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
F-ck you with a pool stick
Make you swallow tooth picks
F-ckin’ right, we ruthless
We done watched too many movies
Then smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then deuces
We don’t know what truce is
That bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red like bruises
Shoot ya head with them uzis
I swear, your honor, I ain’t a dealer, I’m a user, ya dig
I load up the cig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don’t give a f-ck, and we ain’t never did
Shit, three words you never hear, let him live
I’m in my own zone, it got me throwed off
I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, sorry for the wait

Lil Wayne - My Birthday Ft. Kidd Kidd, Gudda Gudda, T-Streets & Mack Maine Lyrics

Lil Wayne - My Birthday Ft. Kidd Kidd, Gudda Gudda, T-Streets & Mack Maine Lyrics:

[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, it’s on
Basically..
I got the Streets and the boot with me
Dedication trois

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Now let me talk my shit!
Fresh up out the water like a caught fly fish
Weezy F bitch
I can say what I please
Swagger so cold it stay when I leave
I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas
I kill dogs like I’m making chinese food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me
“Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!”
Shawty won’t be on my team, she could cheerlead..
Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T
I make a snow angel
Y’all niggas squares, but aint got no angle
My shit’s so tight you can get strangled
It’s Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that “private plane clothes”
I’m taking off, going to another land
Call home, missus never going to another man
Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I’m a lover man
Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue
I talk too much shit
I eat p-ssy and you suck dick

[Kidd Kidd]
They call me “Lil Nut” but my nuts aren’t the same
No homo, that’s how I came in the game
I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane
The shit that made Pinky blow
Out the Brain brain
Told Lois Lane I can’t be a Super Mane
My whole ? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane
Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game
I’m back at the halftime like it’s just an ankle sprain
Ain’t no one could do it better
More hits than Eddie Guerrerra
The flow like Eddie Monster praying at the competitors
It’s mass hysteria, historic in your area 51 alien
What planet is he from
Huh? Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun
Picture Buzz with the shotgun ?
All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud
We 7:30 livewires
Unplug off the chain, utterly untame
Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain
Hard to come out, like a nut-stain
I came from nothing, night, fucking calling hoes
And flying planes, who the fuck could complain?
Huh?

[Gudda Gudda]
So you mad cause I’m styling on you?
Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you
Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqo
Gudda, I’m the East gang schizo
It’s no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know
How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle
High yellow nigga but my hot dog, like nutskins
Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nuff skin
Let me get back in it, bitch
I just go head first, you be on that timid shit
Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit
Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown
(give me shit)
My niggas Streets say “Kill them all!”
Bitch, you know we got guns like the Pentagon
I’m just eating nigga, I’m getting my dinner on
And your bitch licking, getting her lizard on

[Mack Maine]
Talk reckless, I don’t give a muthafuck
I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck
I come for you and your kids like nigga what
Niggas with elephantitis ain’t got bigger nuts
Young Money nigga, big dicks, big trucks
I’mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us
Go to court, the case get dissmussed
Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us
It’s Mack Maine, ain’t shit to discuss
I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups
I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas for Christmas
Then turn to their female dog like “bitch, what?”
My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis
My dick big, that’s why I walk like I got tendonitis
I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis
The doc said I got a case of real nigganitis
He ain’t got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it
See, I’m a warrior, they compare me to Leonidus
I got a set fee, I ain’t about discussing prices
Cause I ain’t tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson
Wish you could see my face now
Feel like I’m ?
See me in streets, be Street Fighting like Blanka or Bison
Slicing, dicing like we butcher knifeing
Wifing bitches, never, that shit is trifling
Young Money the fucking nicest
Put words together like a fucking hypen
Nigga don’t make us start fucking rifling
Nigga really it go to fucking striking
We got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by the harvest for fruit
Waiting for the fruit to ripen
We run up on niggas and jack them for their stipend
You catch me in Minnesota like I’m a Viking
I’m with every video vixen that you liking
I’m the reason your bitch dyking
Nigga dont want no beef, look at Kidd Kidd
He like this
How I get like this?
I pop a nigga, break something like Midas
Im trying to be modest, nigga, I’m honest
Young Money, Young f-cking Money
And this is what I did for my birthday BITCH

Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda - It’s Young Money Lyrics

Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda - It’s Young Money Lyrics

[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 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 niggas 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 nigga

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 niggas better get yo raps intact

See me on that big screen and think shits sweet

Diarrhea music when I let this hot shit leak

Uhh, take heed and listen when a real nigga speak

Or slide down a razor blade up shits creek, nigga

[Gudda Gudda]

Uhh, I’m screaming MOB

Money Over Bullshit

Don’t Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]

Hello World it’s Little full clip me

Got that wake yo ass up can’t let the bullshit 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 bitch

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 pussy’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 Bullshit

Don’t Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]

Hello World it’s Little full clip me

Got that wake yo ass up can’t let the bullshit 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

Bitch 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 niggas 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 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

Bitch 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 shit, nigga you aint on shit

Its Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song bitch

I’m in that cherry tone six

I’m with a cherry tone bitch

And she got very strong lips

She got baritone lips so I tell her carry on bitch

And when you in my home bitch

You are coming out of your house of Dereon shit

Twitter Wayne at the top of every song list

I’m spittin like a long kiss

Live from the throne bitch

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda]

Uhh, I’m screaming MOB

Money Over Bullshit

Don’t Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]

Hello World it’s Little full clip me

Got that wake yo ass up can’t let the bullshit 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

Tyga - Bad Bitches ft Gudda Gudda Lyrics

Tyga - Bad Bitches ft Gudda Gudda Lyrics:

[Chorus]

All day long, do it like Tony

F-ck her friend then I pass it to the big homie

Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only

Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only

Big bank roll, do it like Tony

F-ck her friend then I pass it to the big homie

Got a sign on my dick, bad b-tches only

Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only

[Tyga - Verse 1]

Well its that n-gga that you call T-Raw

Runnin’ that money like Madoff

Yea she gave that blow job then she get it laid off

I aint got no time hoe, stop blowing up my cell phone

Sweatin’ me like headbands, call that bitch Rondo

I’m fresher than the Prom hoe, teach ya we dont fly coach

F-ckin’ but she act dumb, kick her out my condo

Real G’s, Last King, Young Money ballin’

I give her a couple of shots and then she turn alcoholic

Metaphorically or Rhetoric

and I’m shittin’ on your forehead

2 girls 1 cup….Yup

We did it again Last King YMCMB

I dont pay for bitches, bitches pay me

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda - Verse 2]

Uh, Knock knock, who the f-ck is there?

A sign on my dick that say, “bad bitches come in here”

Make a freak whore, detour straight to my partna room and let him beat it like a keyboard

All I do is dick ‘em I dont tip ‘em like a stripper man

I got a ton of chicks under my belt like a zipper, yea

Walk up in the club, pick ‘em out and then I pick ‘em off

Pick ‘em up and then knock em down and them I drop ‘em off

I’ma dog keep your girl from round my type of shit or she’ll be milk box material

And missing for the night man this shit is just that easy

When your pockets sittin’ right

I turn my bed into a stage and let your girl rock on my mic

[Chorus]

Lil Wayne - Thats What They Call Ft Gudda Gudda Lyrics

Lil Wayne - Thats What They Call Ft Gudda Gudda Lyrics:

Man, I aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper

I keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker

I don’t love them hoes, f-ck that p-ssy till its aching

Pass a bitch like Troy Aikman

Man, gangsta’s don’t die, gangsta’s go to Vegas

We don’t need no navigation, we go where the money takes us

Muthaf-cking fools, like the first of f-cking April

I aint never been a p-ssy, have you ever been in p-ssy

Thats so muthaf-cking good, feel like a treasure in a p-ssy

I’m a shovel in a p-ssy, or devil to them p-ssy

Spill the champagne on them p-ssies

Yeah, same shit different rest room

Stop playing, I turn ya chest into a flesh wound

Ha, you would never guess who in my guest room

Now they saying “just me Tune!”

[Hook]

Tunechi, that what they call me man

Bitch dog muthaf-cker, you’s a Pomeranian

They say f-ck me, then Karma came

And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name

And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name

in my momma name…guns in my momma name

And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]

I’m smoked out, I’m by myself

Bithc, I’m a king no matter how the cards are dealt

It’s Young Money or it’s take money

Long hair don’t care, call me jake sully

Pay me or pay for me

I tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me

Momma pray for me

Goons spray for me

I have em bring me your head on a tray for me

Cut the brain raw, p-ssy ass n-gga I’m at your chest like a training bra

Tune talk that shit that rip straight through the kevlar

Pull a bitch over, dump his ass in a reservour

Real n-gga repertoire

Add five or six blunts to the head, it helps

Reportin’ live from the top of the food chain

We eatin man, now what my name?

Tunchi, yep! That what they call me man

[Hook]

 

[Gudda Gudda]

Gudda Gudda, double G, it’s all the same

The game aint never been the same since the Carter came

And I stay high bitch, fly like the largest plane

You Captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man

Duck tap eon the handle of my pistol n-gga

And I don’t spit no more I drool like a retarded man

Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man

Dont you hold a grudge cause your bitch chose me, I’m sorry man

Young n-gga with old school, game like an Atari man

Thats your ho callin’ man

I’m Gudda Gudda bitch, thats what they call me man

[Hook]

Gudda Gudda - Extraordinary Lyrics & Video

DJ ill Will & HotNewHipHop Present The Official Video for Young Money's Gudda Gudda "Extraordinary" off of "Back 2 Guddaville" Directed by Alex Nazari Guddaville 3 w/ DJ ill Will & DJ Drama Coming Soon!!!!

Gudda Gudda - Extraordinary Lyrics:

[Hook]

Your so extraordinary [x3]

Somethings who’s got a hold on me

Your so extraordinary

Somethings who’s got a hold on me

If this feeling has emotion..

Someone who’s got a hold on me

[Gudda Gudda - Verse 1]

Rumble anyday n-gga pick a date

I’m feeling great, I don’t walk I just levitate

I come from the bottom of the slum village

Where n-ggas make a name for being young killers

I hate the game and all the bullshit that come with it

Sometimes I wanna get the money and be done with it

But right now I’m feeling better than the usual

Flow so ugly make my bank account beautiful

They call me Gudda n-gga who is you

Bedrocking every girl was a 2 for 2

That’s right n-gga the more the merrier

Extraordinaire. Extra-ordinary, n-gga.

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

We took the game to another level

Killing all these rap n-ggas time to get the shovel

I don’t want this shit I want this shit forever

Until the game crown me king like Ms Corretta

Yeah. Chase the money with my eyes open

Cause I’ma die trying and never die hoping

Shit about to get critical

Its Guddaville 2, and the first one was biblical

F-ck the bullshit I’ma leave these n-ggas miserable

Spit the hardest shit till I start to see residuals.

That’s right n-gga the more the merrier

Extraordinaire. Extra-ordinary, n-gga.

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Propane thoughts; I spit gasoline.

I be the first to come and the last to leave

Some of the realest shit I ever spoke

I hope your hearing everyline and catching every quote

Flow sick there’s no antidote

Lock me in the zoo. They can’t tame me: I’m an animal

There’s no stopping me. there’s no holding me.

There’s no games n-gga. there’s no controlling me

I know the Lord watching over me.

Had to get the snakes from around me so it’s more for me.

That’s right n-gga the more the merrier

Extraordinaire. Extra-ordinary, n-gga.

Mack Maine Ft Lil Wayne & Gudda - My Reality Lyrics

Mack Maine - My Reality Ft Lil Wayne & Gudda Lyrics:

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[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Plus I got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don’t see
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, plus I got it all Bitch tell me what you don’t see
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Plus I got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don’t see.

I got 25 lighters on my dresser
Got the girl and the girl to undress her
My guitar strap is leather
My life is better than ever

I got women all up in my condo
And my drug dealer comes pronto
Got a registered pistol in the console
So, so, don’t try me now
don’t try me now

[Gudda Gudda]
Yeah just ridin’ feelin’ lovely
you can hate but your girlfriend love me
yeah I’m too G like a Gucci belt
Hot Gudda baby I can make your coochie melt
I keep your lady wet like she took a dip
and if oyu looking for her, you can follow the drip
I’m slick like Rick, the ladies pullin my wrist
I just walk in the spot and out with my pick
I’m gone like a trip with a nice thick redbone
on the phone gettin’ head call it headphone
pimpin all over like Ludacris
these hoes love me, I’m wanted like a fugative

[Chorus]
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Plus I got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don’t see, yeah
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, plus I got another bitch as long as you don’t see
but you do not see, you must be blind, blind
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me

[Mack Maine]
What you need contacts
tell me what you don’t see
what you can’t tell, I’m everything that he won’t be
talkin’ bout your boyfriend, bitch you need a man friend
even when you aint sittin down you can’t stand him
dirty d-ck bandit, luxury car whipper
crib on Dolphin Island, backyard full of flippers
this is my reality, your man just be dreaming
wake up in the morning, bedsheets full of semen
I mean he’s wet dreaming, while me I really do it
coulda, shoulda, woulda, babygirl you shoulda knew it
and f-ck the paparazzi, I will never Kiss and tell
I’ll be the genie out the lamp or your wishing well
I’ll be your fishing pale and you can be my yacht buddy
take you from A-Z, I’ll connect the dots hunny
(?) has got money, baby cause I got money
I like the B 50 50 what you got for me
it could be some bread, nah it aint gotta be cash
I’ll take a little head or I’ll take a lotta ass
I’ll take a friend or two, we can have a 3D weedy
I could toss you a Gudda Gudda or a Lil Weezy Weezy
or my n-gga peedy weedy or my n-gga Teedy teedy
f-ck you on the hood of red strip and green Lamborghini
go head and take this x-pill
that there f-ck you up, probably have you walking round like
“damn, what the f-ck”
lady in streets but in the sheets you such a slut
smash you on the top bunk, tiger uppercut
and everyday we do brunch and everyday we do lunch
you do me, I do you
baby we could us and I aint gotta say no more
I don’t talk too much
thus far, I feel like I’ve been trying to sell a car
is you buying,

cause i aint go no time for a test drive
do you wanna go with me to the final frontier

Lil Wayne - I Don't Like The Look Of It Ft Gudda Gudda Lyrics

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Lil Wayne - YM Banger Ft. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Tyga Lyrics

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Lil Wayne- YM Salute Ft. Lil Twist, Lil Chuckee, Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz & Nicki Minaj Lyrics

Lil Wayne- YM Salute Ft. Lil Twist, Lil Chuckee, Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz & Nicki Minaj Lyrics:

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[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]

Better strap up your boots

beofre they start to shoot

than do it for the troops

it’s young money salute

it’s young money salute

[Lil Twist]

Yeah, uh

so sick with the flow

yeah your cowboys know that Lil Twist

been a pro way before Romo or T.O

no wetting cowboys to a piston

A.I no wallace your kids getting demolished

I’m booking on your suckers like Im just leaving college

but smart, very smart, too smart for ya knowledge

too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius

it’s YME nothing gets inbetween us

[Lil Chuckee]

Tell Wayne I’m going in like somebody bout to bury me

in this rap game nobody could ever bury me

thats why you see me on stage rocking with young money

I told my team I got us man it’s all on me

like volume 2 BG I got my crew with me

Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my (?)

everytime I’m on the track it’s ransom

can’t find us anymore it’s random

when Young Money come through you netter salute us

[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda]

Hey I solomly swear if it ever go down

you aint never gotta call me cause I’mma be there

lets get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than shelltoes

strapped like velcrow and this we running hell no

and truthfully, aiming for number one oh do we

you ask why I reply cause nobody remember 2 or 3

cross YM and the hem will make a movie

we all we can be, respect the army and salute we

[Jae Millz]

Yeah, Young money army we marching

we coming forward no warning

we got these boys running like forests

so salute me like a general

first place never last

always on top and I’m a cheif like a seminol

got the game in strangle hold no letting up

you can get the top, ya can pop like 7 Up

knock knock let us up, young money applaud me

and we’ll take the game out your hands like a joy stick

[Nicki Minaj]

I’mma need my badges and my ribbons

maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn’t given

everything that I’ve given, I swear I’ll never give in

just look at what I’ve been in and this is just the beginning

I d-d-d-d-do it cause I did it for my ballerina girls

blowing kisses to the soldiers I am Marilyn Monroe

but we shoot shoot shoot em up, camoflauge me,

cuz young money is the Navy better yet the Army

[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]

Commander in chief

One hand on the World, one hand on the brief

I stand on the World, b-tch I stand on the peak

Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now thats G

Don’t ask me about sh-t but money

F-ckin’ right my money long I got that 10ft money

I get it fast when I get to the money

When I walk, it sounds like 10 foots running

I meant feet, I’m in deep like wet p-ssy

I’m a purple heart proven war vet rookie

You can’t even sit next to me

Now bring money or death to me.. or don’t step to me

Now don’t step n-gga, march with me

To the steps of the card building

Like ain’t we God’s children

I know at all times God’s feel me

So I play my part until the war kill me

Salute.. or.. shoot!

[End]