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 role, nigga, play your role, bitches I'm in the sun looking like a pot of gold, bitches You know that yopper yop (yeah), it really yop (yeah) I got the street sweeper (yeah), they need a mop I'm not a peacekeeper (no), I'm really not (yeah, yeah) I tote a heat seeker, it's getting hot (yeah) New baguettes is on my neck, it's from the G.O.A.T. what you expect, ooh I ain't fly Crippin' but I'm fly, diamonds Jet Blue Look at how we crept through, dollars like Creflo I can let the TEC go, turn him to a vegetable Mula gang, next to blow up, gettin' the bar was set before We about to set it, I start the blaze and set the fire Pressure, that's what we applying Add some more, make some diamonds There's a time for everything and you can't time perfect timing Coke from Medellin, you won't find nothing purer Now just stamps on the brick, all white like the Fuhrer Middle fingers up to the judge and the jury If I ever gotta face 'em, do my time, don't make a statement It's omérta to the grave My bro gon' make sure my kids gravy (that's right) Young Money the army, better yet the navy We gon' drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyards With the note around his neck reading, "Bitch, you should've paid me"
I'm really gucking feeling this song cuz it reminds me of how I want a man to want my body like that!! Some day you know I will fond someone go love me that much were he's so in love with my body all he wants to do is fu k and play with me and his wonderland!
