[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
One thing on my mind, that's to get it
I want the world, n***a, and everything that's in it
Riding with my n***as, and the fours cocked
Take [?] sell them back with interest, that's a pon shop
They like "When you gon' stop?"
Never, till I'm sitting on top
All I know is that green life, gotta [?] my whole block
[?] from the bottom map
Riding with a thirty shot clip, [?]
Young and wreckless, don't test this
I'll put you on my check list
You feeling lucky today, then I can make your death wish
Hard body, we rap them up
Scarred body, I'm tatted up
Aim for the nose, hit his eyes, Slick Rick, patch him up
My young n***as be acting up
Check n***as that's acting tough
Bar for bar I'm sick [?] that fire, who gon' match them up?
Nobody, I'm so Gotti, I wack n***as with no problems
Bread in my pocket, [?] ain't having [?] problems
That's your problems, starving n***a
AK or revolver, n***a
Stay in your lane, I'm giving [?] out, I [?] a n***a
East side, we mobbin, n***a
Lames best respect that, [?] cracked
Chin check that, huh
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Riding with my n***as, and we mobbin
Best believe if it's beef, you don't want problems
Thirty shot clip, that'll solve them
Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talking
Money talking
Money talking
Damn right, that's the money talking
Money talking
Money talking
You goddamn right, that's the money talking

[Verse 2: Boo]
My young n***as riding with them thirty shots
My OG's still calling for the [?]
My brother locked up, gotta send him [?]
My bitch say she straight, watch this paper turn her dyke
Got my chain on, fuck it, turn off all the lights
I ain't never left, bitch, my money right
My hoes bad, I imp hard like 8Ball
My MJ's, Gee'd up, catch me, speed up
That [?] gone, I'm smoking
Money long, can't fold it
From the west side of that Chi, [?]
[?] my mama [?]
Boo ain't speaking, 'cause the money do
Hundred round drums, make them killers move
Hell na, we don't dance, ho
Gudda Gudda blowing money, like a [?] ho
I be playing bitches, banjo
We so loud, you thought it was a band [?]
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Riding with my n***as, and we mobbin
Best believe if it's beef, you don't want problems
Thirty shot clip, that'll solve them
Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talking
Money talking
Money talking
Damn right, that's the money talking
Money talking
Money talking
You goddamn right, that's the money talking

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
I'm riding with this moola
My passanger's my shotgun rider, that's my shooter
Nightmare in the streets, call me Gudda Krueger
Catch a body then catch a flight, then I lay low in the [?]
This is Young Money, Rich Gang, six speed when I switch lanes
Me and my girl on [?], bout to hit the beach, and blow big change
Still Gudda, ain't shit change
Just take a look at my wrist game
You reach for that motherfucker, you won't see your wrist again
Send a shot, I throw ten back
Neck, spine and your shin crack
I spot you half a thang, I better get that ten back
That's the way it work, that's the way it go
I'm screaming "Fuck you, pay me" on the daily, ho
Bitch I'm
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Riding with my n***as, and we mobbin
Best believe if it's beef, you don't want problems
Thirty shot clip, that'll solve them
Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talking
Money talking
Money talking
Damn right, that's the money talking
Money talking
Money talking
You goddamn right, that's the money talking