[Intro: Gudda Gudda]

Take that shit off at the front

Gudda! Lord

Uh-oh

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda & Lil Wayne]

Sleep on me, I hope you die in your sleep

No one's defiant as me

I know my worth, so when you pay me

Just know that I am not cheap (I am not cheap)

On the road to riches

Tappin' my horn, so watch for the beep (watch for the beep)

Rippin' this shit to pieces

No, I will not look out for the beat

Started out on the block

Got on my feet and rose to the top

I'm the cleanup man with the mop

Fifty shots disfigured his top, yes (disfigured)

I come from the city of God (God)

I walk around in the city like God (God)

Made it out and still come back

Somebody, please tell me, what are the odds?

On this mic I am a wizard, but this is not Oz

Cold but hot, I can turn the summer to fall

I'm sicker than y'all

Don't talk to me unless you talkin' 'bout paper

I'm buyin' some acres, no time for a neighbor

I'm from New Orleans, yes, I am a gator

I’ll do you a favor, and not do you a favor

'Cause if I do you a favor

And you don't come back with that paper

I'ma have to lay hands on you

Like I'm givin' you prayer

Eastside, we ain't playin' it fair

You ever heard of the tortoise and hare?

I'm switchin' the gear

Started off in the back, bitch

But now I'm winnin', it's clear

Nigga, I'm here

Gudda!

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]

For real

(Blows smoke)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I got my married hoes on single drugs

Got my fattest hoes gettin' finger fucked

And my trashiest hoes is clean as fuck

And my nastiest hoes is neat as fuck

Take your shoes off before you walk inside

Take your shoes off before you cross the line

I snoozed off on Father Time

Got my goons to go kidnap Daughter Time

Come to wet the party up, and whoever in it

Got one gun that shoot for seven minutes

I'm done shitting, niggas never spit it

I'm high class, niggas' elementary

Repetition, that's the definition

I'm a Hot Boy under air conditionin'

Shoot the gun with the left arm limpin'

George Jefferson in all seven minutes

Got a hot girl off television

With a very sticky unhairy kitty

In the right position, screamin' "You're consistent"

I sit there and listen like we talkin' business

I don't need her out here filmin' niggas

I'd really rather have her steal from niggas

I really travel like a pilgrim, nigga

Kush loud as Fred screamin' "Wilma!", nigga

I've been takin' time out to count the bands

Break a promise in the promised land

Going zagga zow off of zagga xans

From the middleman to the Macho Man

I've been talkin' shit up in Diddy house

Went to Disneyland, talked to Mickey Mouse

Then I figured out how to figure out

What I was figurin' out, you figure it out

Got a trigger man with an extra hand

My bitches sleep by my bitch's house

So every party is a slumber party

Sky is the limit, head in the clouds

While you runnin' round, I'ma run it up

You dumb it down, I ain't dumb enough

I hit the courtroom and stunk it up

High comin' down, plug comin' up

You gon' hold me down, you gon' hold me up

You don't know me, but you know what's up

And the coke was cut with some extra coke

Showed her more than love, she just shoulder-shrugged

She don't know it's love, it's not important love

As long as we can keep extortin' the plug

Just let him bleed and ignore the blood

Just let him be and ignore the buzz

Pour it up, catch a sugar rush

Chopper full of rust, but it still bust

Bust good as fuck, every bullet struck

Like a hundred holes, got a hole-in-one

Safe full as fuck, money full of dust

And I'm pulling up in that "What the fuck?"

That's a muscle car, got me lookin' buff

If you look enough, you a mussel, punk

That's a Bugatti on steroids

Bugatti on Chevron

All-white like an Altoid

All these rings on, call me Bellboy

From the Teflon to the Kevlar

Don't mean shit when your head off

Make the top dog jump dead off

Then we keep his head for a memoir

I sped off with the head off

Goin' big Bruno on Mars

Sippin' Lone Star, turn a pornstar

To a known star with a phone call

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]

Hold up; murky, murky water, yeah

Purple, purple rivers, yeah

Floatin' purple ribbons, yeah

I'm cursed, but still religious, damn

I've been poppin' 10s, yeah

'Cause my bitch pop all the 20s, damn

Why you hatin' on the skinnys, damn

I met Satan, he was chillin', hold up

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Murky, murky water

Purple, purple rivers

Floatin' purple ribbons

I'm cursed but still religious

Damn

Take your clothes off bitch

Call your road dog, bitch

I feel like O-Dog, bitch

Boyz 2 Menace