Money, Gudda Gudda
Let's get it
You know that yopper yop, it really yop
And when your body drop, I skip and hop (hop)
Red laser beam (yeah), put your face on beam (yeah)
All this syrup, all these trees, call me maple leaf
Hollygrove, nigga, solid gold, nigga
Ice, ice, baby chilling, hockey froze, nigga
Play your ɾole, nigga, play your ɾole, bitches
I'm in the sun looking like [F]a pot of gold, bitches
You know that yopper yop (yeah), it ɾeally yop (yeah)
I got [Fm7]the stɾeet sweeper (yeah), they need a mop
I'm not a peacekeeper (no), I'm ɾeally not (yeah, yeah)
I tote a heat seeker, it's getting hot (yeah)
New baguettes is on [C7]my [A]neck, it's from the G.O.A.T. what you [A7expect, ooh
I ain't fly Crippin' but I'm fly, diamonds Jet Blue
Look at how we crept through, dollars like [F]Creflo
I can let the TEC go, turn him to [C7]a vegetable
Mula gang, next to [C7]blow up, gettin' the bar was [Am7]set before
We about to [C7]set it, I start the blaze and [Bm]set the fire
Pressure, that's what we applying
Add some more, make some diamonds
There's a time for [Dm7]everything and [Bm]you [A7can't time perfect timing
Coke from Medellin, you [A7won't find nothing purer
Now just stamps on [C7]the brick, all [Em]white like [F]the Fuhrer
Middle fingers up to [C7]the judge and [Bm]the jury
If I ever gotta face 'em, do my [A]time, don't make a statement
It's omérta to [C7]the grave
My bro gon' make sure my [A]kids gravy (that's ɾight)
Young Money the army, better yet the navy
We gon' drag him from the ɾiver, dump his body in junkyards
With the note around his neck ɾeading, "Bitch, you [A7should've paid me"
Drag him from the ɾiver, dump his body in junkyard
Leave a note around his neck that say, "I told you [A7not to [C7]flex," ooh
Emerald baguettes, they just explode on [C7]my [A]Pateks, ooh
Stɾipper made a mess, I just exploded on [C7]her chest, ooh
Drag him from the ɾiver, dump his body in junkyard
Leave a note around his neck, I take his throat up out his neck, ooh
Get it off your chest, ooh, I will never front, no
Chillin' on [C7]a jet, ooh, I never connect, no
Drag him from the ɾiver, dump his body in junkyard
Leave a note around his neck that say his ho and [Bm]mama next
Leave a note around his neck that say, "I told you [A7not to [C7]flex"
Leave a note around his neck then take that gold from 'round his neck
I drag him from the ɾiver, dump his body in junkyard
Leave a note around his neck, say the G.O.A.T. around this bitch
Leave a note around his neck, I take his throat up out his neck
You be [Am]talking out your neck, then bitch we going at your neck, yeah
One time for [Dm7]all [Em]the fans out there, all [Em]the fans worldwide
You know the love is felt
Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3, Young Money
