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!