Bang Bang

(Intro: Gudda Gudda) Yeah Yeah Yeah [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Okay I'm Ridin' down the street You can hear me coming Knocking pictures off the wall 808 Bumpin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! Coming down the block Trunk still Wavin' And the Speakers bout to pop Got the amplifiers blazin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Yeah okay Top notched nigga, money in my pocket Shoulder strap choppa, bitch don't make me throw a rocket I'mma Young Money nigga Pockets on Ruben Studdard, I don't Stutter But yo Bitch Ch-Ch-Chosen I heard they was sleepin' on me I'mma wake 'em while they snoozin' Got the top back, 808 bangin' while I'm cruisin' I get money bitch, what you doing? All my dreams I am pursuing Thinking winning, neva' Losing Wearing red, but I'mma bruise em ugh! Money talks nigga, bullshit run a marathon Pissy yellow bracelet with the Bugs Bunny carrots on Louis V wallet with the Louis V carry on All black mask, bitch I get my Jim Carry on [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Okay I'm Ridin' down the street You can hear me coming Knocking pictures off the wall 808 Bumpin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! Coming down the block Trunk still Wavin' And the Speakers bout to pop Got the amplifiers blazin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Yeah okay Im just getting money, you can get the Fuck I got 5 bad bitches we gon' pile em' in truck And we fuck 'em, neva' love 'em Call me Donald ,cause I duck 'em All these bitches want is money, but from me these hoes get nothing I am something out the ordinary Call me extraordinary Money on top of money I'm stackin, bitch, the more the merri' Bitch I got the hardest bars Watch is called an Audemar Whip look like a UFO I can take ya call tomorrow It's martian music, me and you ain't nothing like the same type Take yo girl and knock her down and give her back the same night You is such a lame type Better get your change right Like 8-Ball, MJ pimp tight game right [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Okay I'm Ridin' down the street You can hear me coming Knocking pictures off the wall 808 Bumpin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! Coming down the block Trunk still Wavin' And the Speakers bout to pop Got the amplifiers blazin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] 2 Chainz! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! I shoot first, then aim Two or more white cups bitch we the gang If me and Gudda with yo dame Man, it's a Train Chu-Chu! Tires wider than Bruce Bruce I keep the tool on me baby; I got screws loose I'm in my old school new paint new day All I got is pussy rappers on my food chain 2 Chainz I got on is two pinky rings Two bitches with me, I need two dingalings Two G's printed on my shoes and my jeans Im making noise they can hear me bumpin' over seas [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Okay I'm Ridin' down the street You can hear me coming Knocking pictures off the wall 808 Bumpin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang! Coming down the block Trunk still Wavin' And the Speakers bout to pop Got the amplifiers blazin' And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! And it go Bang! Bang!