Swizz 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:]   Damn I hate a old fake ass nigga   Dats why you only see me with 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,   Dem boys catfish, dem boys flounders   I pop, I roll, I roll around ya,   Hit ya with that 2-2 7 times like Casandra   Fuckin with 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      [T Streetz:]   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 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 who ride dick   Drive bricks and book flights   Good by bad days, hello good nights   No my coke look like Carmelo blue flights   Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined   2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9   It's my life, my life, my muthafuckin life   And fuck one time it's young      [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 bitch   Straight burn ya body up like a skillet bitch   I turn beef to mignon, 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 doves flyin now besides birds of dem bricks   Unless you talkin bout eagle dats the street I know   The person down the routes 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...      [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