T Streets - Money, Cars, Clothes lyrics

[Hook: Swizz Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2] I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Damn I hate a old fake a** n***a Thats why you only see me with some ape a** n***as We gotta eat early like break fast n***a New Orleans landlord where yo gate pa** n***a Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-0-4 yeah p**y a** n***as don't survive no mo And the n***as 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 f**ing with my... [Hook: 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 [Verse 2: T-Streetz] f**, what the f** I look like f** my verse, n***a 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 n***a standin over the stove With a good price with a b**h 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 f**in life And f** one time it's... [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I murder that boy, I k** that b**h Straight burn ya body up like a sk**et b**h I turn beef to me meyou, be my fil-let b**h And ya stomach ain't gotta hurt for you to feel dat sh** So ain't no love for no otha so say I f** 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 n***a 3 times, like the 3 syllables Word that I know, called holly grove n***a f** your money, clothes, cars, hoes Kids, friends, and foes, and you and then I get back to the... [Hook]