[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
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Okay, Im leanin to the left, flag in my right pocket
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Star Trek fly, unidentified flying objects
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Extraterrestrial, Im all about my decimals
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Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special flow
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Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass-backwards
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Gudda spit crack and you niggas is crack addicts
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Its simple mathematics; you cut the check
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And I rake in the green like Im rakin the grass in
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Pretty bitches damn near faint when they passin
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Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston
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Potatohead niggas get mashed when Im spazzin
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Think you fuckin with me? Put your cash in
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Nah, I doubt it
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I was young and reckless when P say he was about it
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You niggas is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
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Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers
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This rap shit is ours, Gudda, bitch!
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[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
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Uh, Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace
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Black clothes, black tennis, black semi
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Ive never sat in the Hemi, that will offend me
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Try Maybach or Maybach, bitch, I got stacks
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Yeah, Paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback
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I still dont play that, I kill on ASAP
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And we dont do shit but get money all day
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Put some shoes on my bullets, now they runnin your way
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YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day
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Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
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Which one of yall say you want drama? Im honored
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I blitz yo ass like a mothafuckin lineman
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Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
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Still wear red like an old 49er
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Fuck shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
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Weezy F baby, bitch, Im hotter than Uganda
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Uggh!
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[Verse 3: Jae Millz]
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Let-let go
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Mo-momma aint make me to make homies, she made me to make history
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So doin that my extra-curricular activity
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Bulldozer boy and my target is the industry
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Two things in the world I love—good head and victory
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You aint doin it big, Im grown, stop kiddin me
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Your whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr. T
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This is Misery, no Kathy Bates
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Come at me sideways, my moneyll slap you straight
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Yeah, Im a big joker so you know Ill smash your ace
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Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with a ashy face
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Love is a gamble, but its my casino
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And tonight youre the loser, I hope she got Aveno
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I hope the game got life insurance cause Ima kill it
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And all you whack-ass rap niggas dyin with it
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Im so Harlem, eatin but still starvin
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Po-pockets fat as fuck like all they do is eat margarine
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Millz!
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[Verse 4: Tyga]
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Say, put the flow
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Say, put the flow in the pot, crank up the notch
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Burn the song from a stove top, this finger lickin hot
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His pick flip cause the nigga flopped
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My shit hit like the pitch was soft, niggas cottonballed
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She dropped drawers cause she poppin off
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Her pussy crossed guard but, I dont stop at all
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I smash in the car, like fuck the fuckin law
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Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet the Don?
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That Rocky shit up on the arm-arm
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Shittin on em like hay in the barn
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Hey, wait, they say Money talks and, man, you dont speak at all
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You shop at mini-malls
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My style two thumbs up like using analogs, ha-ha!
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I wreck shit for the recognition, bitch
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Jesus as my witness, Satan vision
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Eyeball you niggas, flame flicker
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I melt pictures, Tyga skin aint drippin
