| Gudda Gudda
|
| Young gudda money bags hot like hell bitch
|
| I look like paper got a new money smell bitch
|
| Pockets full of Luciana my plug Mexicana so I push keys like a brand new piana
|
| Young money the safe like a bank volt my old school wet you should how much the
|
| paint cost
|
| Its m.o.e nigga money over everything mutha fuck life shit this paper is what
|
| im cherishin
|
| Im so sincere like belly you haten I can tell it cuz you broke like the levey
|
| Im smoking like the chevy exhaust pipe I horse pipe your girl an get back to
|
| the filthy
|
| Got cheese like the deli a lot of mozzarella a soon to be legend thank makaveli
|
| And like Kanyeezy its nothing you can tell me nigga plus I never sleep theres
|
| not a dream you can sell me
|
| Hook
|
| So give me money or give me the graveyard
|
| Gudda Gudda
|
| Im the money man money money in the duffle bag
|
| I don’t play the cards life deals so I shuffle them
|
| Grind hard scuffle an fight for my spot with my muscle an bench press the
|
| shotgun im pumpin it
|
| We gonna get us or we gonna take theres with a nickle plated nina with a
|
| trigger cold hand
|
| Play with that paper you’ll be in a wheel chair I knock them wheels off nigga
|
| you gonna need a spare
|
| Yeah im goin off like the lights ain’t paid cut your mutha fuckin lights out
|
| any day
|
| Best believe me I need me got three c`s so im tryin sell a milli quick like C 3
|
| Yeah im high definition TV you gonna need glasses better yet 3D Ha bet you
|
| mutha fucka`s see me its hard to get paper but I make it look easy
|
| Hook
|
| Lil Wayne
|
| Uh ohhh
|
| Uh ohhhh
|
| So give me money or give me the graveyard
|
| Well look at the time, I am the alarm clock
|
| Hurricane Wayne they like when will that storm stop
|
| Boy I’m Optimus Prime, and shit on all you robots And what-not, I come around
|
| yo buhh-lock like bllllll-atttt
|
| I rrrrock a nigga like Aerosmith, I’m arrogant Like fuck you, pay me, every cent
|
| Its very simple, I don’t know poor no more I keep a bunch of toys and ho ho ho
|
| Ya know ya got money when a ho dont act funny
|
| Bitch, I don’t know you all I know is that money
|
| Yeah I’m gettin' to the paper, im sippin' on that maple My chopper has no
|
| manners cause its sittin' on the table
|
| Don’t you know my nigga Gudda fuckin' kidnap kids
|
| Fuck 'em in the ass, and throw 'em over the bridge
|
| Thats how it is, my shit is layed out And you get layed out, if I dont get paid
|
| out Ya dig |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money Or Graveyard , by - Gudda Gudda. Song from the album Back 2 Guddaville, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп