"Young Money Hospital" lyrics

[Gudda Gudda:]
Young Money Hospital
I'm so sick, kill you and your dogs
You can call me Mike Vick
I'm a get get silly, (silly)
Sick sick with it
Foolish like shawty low and I'm a get get it
Stick shift kitted
Maserati large got my top let back
With the Kamikazi doors
Hoes all over me, crazy no control of me
I hop up in the draws put that dick up in her ovaries
Gudda bitch you know it's me, I spit cooked coke
So when I rap it comes out like a quarter key
Conduct disorderly, 44 bulldogs barking start sparking
And rip out your arteries

[Lil Wayne:]
Uhh Umm
Fresh out the Carter 3
Money ain't a thing muthafucker it's the only thing
Ha ha
Bitch don't bother me
My car so big, my license plate says "pardon me"
Yeh, Louie V looks on and my Jewelry just sang it like a slow song
Young Mula bitch
You fucking with some soldiers, who ra bitch
Hollygrove gangsta, mixtape mangler
Wheels on the coupe, lips bigger than Tapanga's
Two middle fingers, you don't want my anger
Better call the rangers, but you gon need the angels

No homo but I'm gettin money out the anus
And I got the girls saying please Lil Wayne us
Let me explain this
I'm like Travis Barker I got stripes, I'm Strapped and I'm Famous
I tell myself you ought to be shameless
I pop a pill and now I feel painless
And I'm a shoot that if I aim this
And I ain't talking bout no muthafucking sidekick
Like, I fuck that other side bitch
Eastside I ride around, you know who you ride with
Then I'm at the hospital
If you survive it
Then I'm at your funeral just to see ya body
Pussy nigga I'm a hitman
And when it come to pussy nigga I'm a a clit man
Haha shit man, I got your girl on my arm like a wrist band
And anything I do my clique can
They can lean on me like a kick stand
I'm a take us to the top
And know it's not a rumour, it's the rock