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Lil Wayne - Money Cars Clothes Lyrics

Money, Cars, Clothes

[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil on the flow ha ha ha
Young mullah baby, and the monsta on the hook ha ha, swizzy!
Young mullah baby, streeetzz..
[Lil Wayne] Damn I hate a old fake ass ni***
Dats why you only see me wit some bape ass niggas
We gotta eat early like break fast ni***
New Orleans land of where yo gate pass ni***
Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, on 4
Pussy ass niggas wont survive no mo
And the niggas say it is ours
but it aint ours no mo
From the deep part of the water where the divers wont go
Hey sharks, sup piranhas,
dem boys catfish, dem boys flanges
I pop on grove, I roll around ya,
hit ya wit that 2 2 step 10 times like ensenza
Fuc*** wit my..
[Swizz Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] yea, yea, ha ha
And f*** that f*** f*** f*** f*** f*** that ni*** pu*** ass ni***
Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets..
T streets - f***, what the f*** I look like
F*** my verse, ni***
swizz got the hook right
Asian let me catch em wit the beam an its cooked right
Weezy be the crack in the jar and he shook right
And im the ni*** standin over the stove
Wit a good price wit a b? ride bitch
Drive bricks an book flights
Good by bad days, hello good nights
No my coke look like Carmelo?
Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined
2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9
Its my life, my life, my mutha fuc*** life
And f*** one time its..
[Swizz Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] ha ha. T streets, B A G swalla ha ha
We young mullah baby yea..
I murder that boy, I kill that bitch
Straight burn ya body up like a skillet bitch
I turn beef to me meyou, be my fil-let bitch
And ya stomach aint gotta hurt for you to feel dat shit
So aint no love for no otha so say I f*** dem tricks
Aint no loves flyin now besides birds of dem bricks
Unless you talkin bout eagle dats the street I know
The person now the routes to couldn't see my flow
I clap a ni*** 3 times, like the 3 syllables
Word that I know, called (clap) hol - ly - grove
Nigga f*** yo money, clothes, cars, hoes
Kids, friends, and foes, and you and den I get back to the..
[Swizz Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money