Gudda Gudda, Lil Wayne - Money Or Graveyard lyrics

So give me money or give me the graveyard

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 moe 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 it's nothing you can
Tell me nigga plus I
Never sleep theres not a dream
You can sell me

So give me money or give me the graveyard

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 it's hard to get paper
But I make it look easy

So give me money or give me the graveyard

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 don't 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 it's 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 don't get paid out Ya dig