Money Cars Clothes Lyrics - Singles - Sboe

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