[Hook: L.C.] I got what you need the fetti and the cheese The moola and the guap Got moola and the guap I got what you need the feddy and the cheese The moola and the guap Got moola and the guap [Verse 1: Lavish] I got what need boy, ya want it That nigga price high Mine cheap so they love it Do it big, shake them off And these haters wish I wasn't All about my job And my guap keep it commin You fool boy I does it Your girl said she loves it Pocket full of guap and that moola keep it commin Heavy hustle, rostrum records on it big man its nothin Cigarillo full o dat rain man I call her fresh puffin Its its its smellin super bad Call me MC puffin Spit that thing in oven turn it up and make muffins Money commin up that moola and the green Money commin in I chop it up between my teeth I'm a star in the air Doin big things Why you think your lady stare I'm stuntin like a stunna do Fresh when I want to Do my shit in front of you Money everywhere Look dumbie right in front of you [Hook: L.C.] X2 [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I'm fresh up of the plane I hit the town straight from tourin I don't run up and down the court but u can say I'm ballin The moneys not a problem So you know they goin hate When they see them yellow diamonds You should see them hoes face I'mma need a whole case Hit the club and pop them bottles In it with my thugs spendin dubs like no tomorrow I make a lot of chavo And meet a lot of bust downs Saw me in the club once Shawty got a crush now Don't got the time Got a line of sexy women Wanna fuck the team cuz they seen how we be spendin' Rock expensive linen Ya that baggy shit is finished When you gettin money Everything is fitted Listen this is nothin close to most of you nigga's weirdo's My swagga is on one Followed by a zero zero I got up in her ear hole She hopped up in my seats Told her ride with a g If you like what you see Cuz I.. [Hook: L.C.] X2 [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] I got what cha need A blunt for ya trees A lot o pipe For all that you got stuffed in them jeans My ride got screens I'm high got leans But I don't sip purple I smoke a lot of green 300 dolla jeans Tight white tee I look at you and tell you to get right like me And check your main broad Because she might like me Waitin for the right timin And tonight might be --annhaa-- She say she want a nigga with that moola and that guap They see me I don't have to say shit to em bro they flop And as for all them hatin niggas Oh I got em hot They recognize that I'm on number two And ain't gon stop (two) I rep my city (city) Floodin my p (p) Canary yellow diamonds Lookin like my chain peed (wow) A pocket fulla dollas My nigga I gang green (yup) So if your bout your money Boy I'm bout the same thing (yea) [Hook: L.C.] X2
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