Lil Wayne, T-Streets, Swizz Beatz - Money, Cars, Clothes lyrics

Money, cars, clothes, hoes
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money

Damn I hate a old fake ass nigga
Thats why you only see me
With some ape 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
Them boys catfish, them boys flounders
I pop on roll, I roll around ya
Hit ya with that 2-2 7 times like Casandra
Fucking with my money, cars, clothes, hoes
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money

Fuck, what the fuck I look like
Fuck my verse, nigga
Swizz got the hook right
Angel in the kitchen with the
Beat and 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 bitch that
Ride dick dry bricks and books flights
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

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 them tricks
Ain't no loves flyin now besides
Birds of them bricks
Unless you talkin bout eagle dats
The street I know
A person on pro tools couldn't see my flow
I clap a nigga 3 times, like the 3 syllables
Word that I know, called holly grove
Nigga fuck your money, clothes, cars, hoes
Kids, friends, and foes
And you and then I get back to the