Money Or Graveyard - Gudda Gudda

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