Artist: Gudda Gudda f/ Flow Album: Guddaville 3 (Mixtape) Song: Money Keep Calling Typed by: AZ Lyrics I woke up this morning, money on my mind Bad bitches in my bed, trying to fuck, but I ain't got time So I had to pack a set, jump straight in the shower Told my plug I'll meet him in McDonald's in an hour So I jump right in my truck, cut that chord a foe Stop the gravis right, gotta get right, it's time to poke up Wasting to the money, cell phone tripping And a pistol on my lap while I'm riding and I'm working I'm straight from the New Orleans These bitches know balling Got a scope on the riffle I ain't missing none of my targets And your girl said she wants all of me And when I leave she follow me I gotta get straight to the money Bitch, I 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 I'm talking big money, big paper Big gun with a layer laser Dump you in a river now The pigs will find you here later I'm a New Orleans, a fake cater Peels bury, I'm a brand maker Got a nine, I call on Nina Ross Aka that head breaker You niggas is dead fakers See before, that's so tight Niggas getting money, living lovely Nigga, fuck your life Drink cotton, I'm using mine Every day is when I use the shine They call me The Mechanic 'Cause I'm walking 'round with this tool mine I'm straight from the New Orleans These bitches know balling Got a scope on the riffle I ain't missing none of my targets And your girl said she wants all of me And when I leave she follow me I gotta get straight to the money Bitch, I 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 Love my nervs back, gotta pass me the weed I'm a cold hearted nigga, so I'm grabbing the heat Throw some bullets at your ass, all my past is complete I'll put a hole in your skull, Alexander McQueen Man, motherfuck you and the name of your team I'm laughing at you while I stab you, then I rape you and shit I caught you by your girl's house, now you're bleeding on the lawn I spit dope, I'm Cole Young, put this needle to your arm I'm the hideous when it's cold, I be freezing when it's warm Face it, I'm about to blow, like I'm sitting on a bomb, pause Two wild bold niggas from the NOI, 6-6 douce parol, MOB I'm straight from the New Orleans These bitches know balling Got a scope on the riffle I ain't missing none of my targets And your girl said she wants all of me And when I leave she follow me I gotta get straight to the money Bitch, I 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