[Intro: Floyd Mayweather Jr.]

What's up Luda?

It's your trainer, Money Mayweather

Tell them other MC's to put their motherfuckin mics down

Cause you the truth, it's round one

Dedication, hard work, prayers and belief

And a good team {*ding ding*}

[Verse 1: Ludacris]

Yeah, back up on that ass (yeah)

Back to put rappers on one knee like they 'bout to run 100 meter dash

Bow down to greatness

Before I get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers

Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers

Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of glaciers

Titanic flow (what?) Titanic dough (what?)

Women on my nuts like, "Where the Titanic go?!"

I been scourin the Earth (yeah)

Makin my fans catch the holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church

And the fat lady's singin - it's over for you rappers

Can't none of y'all bust, you're just sacs full of semen

And I got the women screamin (AHHH!)

They could catch my balls on Any Given Sunday like my name's Willie Beamen

Or LL Cool - so if your boyfriend

Thinks you loyal to his ass then he's a motherfuckin fool

Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist (hey!)

Iconic status and his name is Ludacris

Bitch please! You messin' with some real O.G.s

With million dollar whips that I ship from overseas

Got a pocket full of G's - and the inconvenient truth

Is that the ozone is bad cause I been smokin' all the trees

The globe is warmin up when we fire up the blunt

And put it in the air like Evel Knievel stunts

What you want from me? (what?) I got pistols for the haters

Your fam'll be in black like they was playin for the Raiders

And your music isn't favored - and DJ's they NEVER bring it back

Like when you go and borrow somethin from your neighbors

Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt

The name of my car insurance is "YO' FUCKIN FAULT!"

And if you sittin' on chrome - I'll call up my boys

And have you stripped of yo' metals like Marion Jones, nigga

[Interlude: Floyd Mayweather Jr.] + (Ludacris)

Champ you got it! Keep on movin

They ain't got nothin on you, watch for the sneak dissin

These boys'll smile in your face and stab you right in the back (I know)

Bring it, take some water

This is Money in the bank! (yeah)

They defeatin themselves, champ (yeah baby)

You know what you can do (I know)

You Luda! You lookin good, let's go! (aight)

C'mon baby, hard work and dedication (yeah)

You know what it is man (aight let's go)

{*ding ding ding*} Keep fightin!

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

Yeah, back up on the scene (what?)

Back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins

I got the hammer in my jeans: call me Mr. Fix It

Barrel stay hotter than

A fresh batch of homemade buttermilk biscuits

A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made casket

Luda leaves intruders stretched out like gymnastics

And acrobatics; I'm superstar status

The mouth of the South like Gangsta Grillz you bastards!

The international traveler

And I may not be much to you, but I'm the SHIT out in Africa

So put ya fist up - even the Statue of Liberty

Lit a flame for the way that I lit my wrist up

You can't compete with me - I got 'em stuck

Like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet with me

And then I broke free - I'll let 'em loose

When Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston become drug-free

I'm the baddest mother-shut-it like Shaft was

Leavin' rappers with headaches like bad drugs

They shoulda warned ya - you got defeated

By the Heat, but ehh, we'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya

So call the coroner (hey!)

I'll show up to yo' funeral with some gators like I'm FRESH outta Florida

Call me The Swamp Thang - y'all headed in the wrong direction

Like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train

So don't fuck with it - I'm sendin' lyrical bullets

Right at yo' dome, fuck niggas better duck with it (duck wit it!)

Or else you stuck with it - you'll get stomped so bad

You'll leave the scene thinkin eight Young Buck's did it

But not in Ca$hville - you lost yo' feelin

Like comin' down off X, chasin' effects of yo last pill (ha ha)

You fuckin' Daffodil, you's a Daffy Duck (what?)

And I'm the undefeated champ, y'all niggas suck!

[Interlude: Floyd Mayweather Jr.]

Ha ha ha ha!

I told these muh'fuckers can't fuck with you and me man

I'm the best of the best, the head honcho

The el hombre intachable, man

You know what the business is, they can't fuck with me man

You know what my lifestyle is

Man you know what I do, you can't fuck with me man

What, a decade? What?

I'll go ten more, they can't fuck with me man

Lifestyle, you know what it is

Gettin money man, let's go

[Outro: Ludacris]

Yeah baby, yeahhhh!

I'm the champ! Undisputed, WHAT?

Who wants some? Ha ha ha... whoo!

I wish a muh'fucker would