Man, I ain't got nothing but some p**** and some paper
I keep a bad b**** like a m****f***ing Laker
I don't love them hoes, f*** that p**** till its aching
Pass a b**** like Troy Aikman
Man, gangstas don't die, gangstas go to Vegas
We don't need no navigation, we go where the money takes us
m****f***ing fools, like the first of f****** April
I ain't never been a p****, have you ever been in p****?
Thats so m****f***ing good, feel like a treasure in a p****
I'm a shovel in a p****, or devil to them p****
Spill the champagne on them p******
Yeah, same s*** different restroom
Stop playing, I turn your chest into a flesh wound
Ha, you would never guess who's in my guest room
Now they saying "just me Tune!"
[Hook]
Tunechi, that what they call me man
Big dog m****f***er, you's a Pommerain
They say f*** me, then Karma came
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
In my momma name...guns in my momma name
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
I'm smoked out, I'm by myself
b****, I'm a king no matter how the cards are dealt
It's Young Money or it's take money
Long hair don't care, call me jake sully
Pay me or pay for me
I tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me
Momma pray for me
Goons spray for me
I have em bring me your head on a tray for me
Cut the brain raw, p**** a** n**** I'm at your chest like a training bra
Tune talk that s*** that rip straight through the kevlar
Pull a b**** over, dump his a** in a reservoir
Real n**** repertoire
Add five or six blunts to the head, it helps
Reportin' live from the top of the food chain
We eatin man, now what my name?
Tunchi, yep! That what they call me man
[Gudda Gudda]
Gudda Gudda, double G, it's all the same
The game ain't never been the same since the Carter came
And I stay high b****, fly like the largest plane
You Captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man
Duck tape on the handle of my pistol n****
And I don't spit no more I drew like a r*****ed man
Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man
Don't you hold a grudge cause your b**** chose me, I'm sorry man
Young n**** with old school, game like an Atari man
Thats your ho callin' man
I'm Gudda Gudda b****, thats what they call me man
I keep a bad b**** like a m****f***ing Laker
I don't love them hoes, f*** that p**** till its aching
Pass a b**** like Troy Aikman
Man, gangstas don't die, gangstas go to Vegas
We don't need no navigation, we go where the money takes us
m****f***ing fools, like the first of f****** April
I ain't never been a p****, have you ever been in p****?
Thats so m****f***ing good, feel like a treasure in a p****
I'm a shovel in a p****, or devil to them p****
Spill the champagne on them p******
Yeah, same s*** different restroom
Stop playing, I turn your chest into a flesh wound
Ha, you would never guess who's in my guest room
Now they saying "just me Tune!"
[Hook]
Tunechi, that what they call me man
Big dog m****f***er, you's a Pommerain
They say f*** me, then Karma came
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
In my momma name...guns in my momma name
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
I'm smoked out, I'm by myself
b****, I'm a king no matter how the cards are dealt
It's Young Money or it's take money
Long hair don't care, call me jake sully
Pay me or pay for me
I tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me
Momma pray for me
Goons spray for me
I have em bring me your head on a tray for me
Cut the brain raw, p**** a** n**** I'm at your chest like a training bra
Tune talk that s*** that rip straight through the kevlar
Pull a b**** over, dump his a** in a reservoir
Real n**** repertoire
Add five or six blunts to the head, it helps
Reportin' live from the top of the food chain
We eatin man, now what my name?
Tunchi, yep! That what they call me man
[Gudda Gudda]
Gudda Gudda, double G, it's all the same
The game ain't never been the same since the Carter came
And I stay high b****, fly like the largest plane
You Captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man
Duck tape on the handle of my pistol n****
And I don't spit no more I drew like a r*****ed man
Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man
Don't you hold a grudge cause your b**** chose me, I'm sorry man
Young n**** with old school, game like an Atari man
Thats your ho callin' man
I'm Gudda Gudda b****, thats what they call me man