Letras:
Gudda Gudda Guddaville

Okay I wake up In the morning brush my teeth and count the money. Stack up all the hundreds and let my b**ch get all the twenties. FBI watching and I

her runnin' back and forth like a soccer team Cold as a winter day, hot as a summer's eve Young Money thieves, steal your hearts with ease [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda

[Verse 1:] I glide thru tha turnin lane, 24's showin out Deep dish, rims pokin out like a swollen mouth Money is tha mission, so money's what I'm gettin

the money and be done with it But right now I'm feeling better than the usual Flow so ugly make my bank account beautiful They call me Gudda nigga who

She was there for the long hall If I go to jail she bought one for the phone call The only one that could deal with the mood swings Stubborn nigga she

(with Lil Wayne) I I I Don't Like The Look Of It I I I Don't Like The Look Of It I I I Don't Like The Look Of It [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Ok I'm Sipping