Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Money Cars Clothes

rate me

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money

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...

Damn I hate a old fake ass nigga

Dats why you only see me with some ape ass niggas

We gotta eat early like break fast nigga

New Orleans land of where yo gate pass nigga

Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-0-4

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 grove, I roll around ya,

Hit ya with that 2-2 7 times like a sandra

Fuckin with my...

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money

Yea, yea, ha ha

And fuck that fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that nigga pussy ass nigga

Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets...

T streets - fuck, what the fuck I look like

Fuck 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?

Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined

2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9

It's my life, my life, my mutha fuckin life

And fuck one time it's...

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money

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 fuck dem tricks

Ain't 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 nigga 3 times, like the 3 syllables

Word that I know, called (clap) hol - ly - grove

Nigga fuck yo money, clothes, cars, hoes

Kids, friends, and foes, and you and den I get back to the...

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

Money, cars, clothes, hoes

I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money

Thanks to jasmine henderson[Rep::SC] for these lyrics

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