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Money Cars Clothes

"Money Cars Clothes" Lyrics by Lil Wayne

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 – d*** I hate a old fake a** n****


Dats why you only see me wit some bape a** n*****


We gotta eat early like break fast n****


New Orleans land of where yo gate pass n****


Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, on 4


p**** a** n***** wont survive no mo


And the n***** 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 f*****s


I pop on grove, I roll around ya,


hit ya wit that 2 2 step 10 times like ensenza


f***** 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 n**** p**** a** n****


Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets..


T streets – f***, what the f*** I look like


f*** my verse, n****


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**** standin over the stove


Wit a good price wit a b? ride b****


Drive bricks an book flights


Good by bad days, hello good nights


No my c**e look like Carmelo?


Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined


2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9


Its my life, my life, my m**** f***** 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 b****


Straight burn ya body up like a skillet b****


I turn beef to me meyou, be my fil-let b****


And ya stomach aint gotta hurt for you to feel dat s***


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 n**** 3 times, like the 3 syllables


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


n**** 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

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