Money Cars Clothes Lyrics by Lil Wayne


Lil Wayne Lyrics

Money Cars Clothes Lyrics
[Swizz 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 nigga
Dats why you only see me with some ass niggas
We gotta eat early like break fast nigga
New Orleans landlord where yo gate pass nigga
Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-0-4 yeah
Pussy ass niggas don't survive no mo
And the niggas say they riders
Ain't riders no mo
From the deep part of the water where the divers won't go
Hey sharks, sup piranhas,
Dem boys catfish, dem boys flounders
I pop on roll, I roll around ya,
Hit ya with that 2-2 7 times like Casandra
F*ckin with 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

[T Streetz:]
Yea, yea, ha ha
And f*ck that f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck that nigga pussy ass nigga
Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets...
T streets - f*ck, what the f*ck I look like
F*ck my verse, nigga
Swizz got the hook right
Asian let me catch em with the beam an it's cooked right
Weezy be the crack in the jar and he shook right
And I'm the nigga standin over the stove
With a good price with a b? ride bitch
Drive bricks an book flights
Good by bad days, hello good nights
No my coke look like Carmelo blue flights
Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined
2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9
It's my life, my life, my mutha f*ckin life
And f*ck one time it's yo...

[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 ain't gotta hurt for you to feel dat shit
So ain't no love for no otha so say I f*ck dem tricks
Ain't doves 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 nigga 3 times, like 3 syllables
Word that I know, called (clap) hol - ly - grove
Nigga f*ck 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
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