Gudda Gudda
Fuck Da Bullshit
[Intro: Birdman]
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way n***a
It's Young Moolah, first lady

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ungh, yo, yo
Let us begin with the bad little specimen
Balenciagas only things I be steppin in
Pucci bathing suits, only thing I'm dressin in
Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran
Got-got 'em writin love letters in they journal
Keep em on they toes like a midget at the urinal
B-b-b-bad as I wanna be
She ain't bad, she a sad little wannabe

[Interlude: Birdman]
Yeah fuck the bullshit, it's big money poppin
Young Moolah! Yeah, just like that
What up young n***a, let's go
Gudda

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Okay we runnin this shit, when we walk in the buildin
Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin from the ceilin
Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em, I promise I'll make a million
And if they didn't have no hands I'll bet them bitches go feel 'em
I'm talkin money and power; you gettin money? I doubt it
Fresher than baby powder, wit'cha bitch in the shower
That pussy I'mma devour I beat it up 'til it's sour
No need for you to even trip bitch I'll be done in a hour, let's go