เนื้อเพลง Money, Cars, Clothes - Lil Wayne
เนื้อเพลง 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 n*gga
Dats why you only see me wit some bape ass n*ggas
We gotta eat early like break fast n*gga
New Orleans land of where yo gate pass n*gga
Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, on 4
P*ssy ass n*ggas wont survive no mo
And the n*ggas 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
F*ckin 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*ck that f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck that n*gga p*ssy ass n*gga
Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets..
T streets - f*ck, what the f*ck I look like
F*ck my verse, n*gga
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 n*gga standin over the stove
Wit a good price wit a b? ride b*tch
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 f*ckin life
And f*ck 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 b*tch
Straight burn ya body up like a skillet b*tch
I turn beef to me meyou, be my fil-let b*tch
And ya stomach aint gotta hurt for you to feel dat sh*t
So aint no love for no otha so say I f*ck 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 n*gga 3 times, like the 3 syllables
Word that I know, called (clap) hol - ly - grove
N*gga 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