SBOE - Money Cars Clothes lyrics

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SBOE - Money Cars Clothes lyrics

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 a** n***a Dats why you only see me with some ape a** n***as We gotta eat early like break fast n***a New Orleans land of where yo gate pa** n***a Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-0-4 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, 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 f**in 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 f** that f** f** f** f** f** that n***a p**y a** n***a Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets... T streets - f**, what the f** I look like f** my verse, n***a 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 n***a standin over the stove With a good price with a b? ride b**h 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... 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 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** 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 n***a 3 times, like the 3 syllables Word that I know, called (clap) hol - ly - grove n***a f** 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