[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I woke up this morning, money on my mind
Bad bitches in my bed tryna fuck, but I ain't got time
So I hopped up out the sack, jumped straight in the shower
Told my plug I'll meet him at Macdonalds in an hour
So I jumped right in my truck, [?] up
Stopped and grabbed a sprite, gotta get right, it's time to pour up
Racing to the money, cellphone chirping
And my pistol on my lap, while I'm riding and I'm working

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Straight from out New Orleans, these bitches know I'm balling
Got a scope on the rifle, I ain't missing none of my targets
And your girl said she want all of me, so when I leave she follow me
Gotta get straight to the money, don't you hear that paper calling me?
Calling me, that money keep calling me
Calling me, that money, that money keep calling me
Calling me, that money keep calling me
Money keep calling, keep calling

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
I'm talking big money, big paper
Big gun with the red laser
Ump you in the river now, the pigs will find your head later
New Orleans, I'm [?]
Pilsberry, I'm a bread maker
Got a nine, I call her Nina Ross, AKA that head breaker
You n***as is dead fakers, [?] so tight
I'm just getting money, living lovely, n***a, fuck your life
Drum cocked, and I'm using mine
Every day is when I usually shine
They call me the [?] cause I'm walking round with this tool of mine
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Straight from out New Orleans, these bitches know I'm balling
Got a scope on the rifle, I ain't missing none of my targets
And your girl said she want all of me, so when I leave she follow me
Gotta get straight to the money, don't you hear that paper calling me?
Calling me, that money keep calling me
Calling me, that money, that money keep calling me
Calling me, that money keep calling me
Money keep calling, keep calling

[Verse 3: Flow]
[?] my nerves back, Gudda, pass me the weed
I'm a cold hearted n***a, so I'm grabbing the heat
Throw some bullits at your ass, all my [?] complete
I'll put a hole in your skull, Alexander Macqueen
Man, motherfuck you, and the name of your team
Laughing at you while I stab you, then I rap you in sheets
I caught you by your cuz house, now you bleeding on the lawn
I spit dope, I'm [?]
Put this netal to your arm, I'm the hottest when it's cold
I be freezing when it's warm
[?] I'm 'bout to blow, like I'm teething on a bomb
Pause
Two [?] Blood n***as, from the N.O.E
Six six duse pyrule, M.O.B
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Straight from out New Orleans, these bitches know I'm balling
Got a scope on the rifle, I ain't missing none of my targets
And your girl said she want all of me, so when I leave she follow me
Gotta get straight to the money, don't you hear that paper calling me?
Calling me, that money keep calling me
Calling me, that money, that money keep calling me
Calling me, that money keep calling me
Money keep calling, keep calling