Juelz Santana - Money Cars Clothes lyrics

[Hook] We getting to the money, what the f** you doing? Nothing If you ain't getting money then you f**in stupid Riding round smoking Keisha n***a cashin out Sboe, only thing we care about is Money, cars, money, hoes Money, hoes, money, clothes Money, cars, money, hoes Money, hoes, money, clothes [Verse 1] Big faces in my pocket, bigger faces on my rollie Big dunk on my hip and the hood n***as they know me Versace's on my face, match my gold Jordan lace Sboe n***a I start my own gang p**y n***a don't f** around, talking money ain't adding up Garbage bags attached, in the back seat of that lambo truck 36's and 24's, yeah n***a, that's cold Break em down and bring em back 101 all off the track They say we getting money, well n***a that's an understatement We been getting this money, 7 summers they straight hating 5 whips, paper plating, whole crew, damn badies Still grinding, paper chasing, d boy, day paytin [Hook] We getting to the money, what the f** you doing? Nothing If you ain't getting money then you f**in stupid Riding round smoking Keisha n***a cashin out Sboe, only thing we care about is Money, cars, money, hoes Money, hoes, money, clothes Money, cars, money, hoes Money, hoes, money, clothes [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] 45 on my hip, 45 on my wrist 2 45 for my whip, now that's what I call lick Vegas night roulette table, lost 45 in one spin I'm a harlem n***a, I double duck, bet 45 again Lost that, made it right back, in a 45 minute trip n***a wanted to and I fronted 2, charging 45 each brick n***a you road boat, and I'm show boat And you're joe rogan, I'm hulk hogan My car foreign, next season You jet skiing, my jet leaving And I brought your girl with me She a zombie, she be head eating Wanna see a movie come see me f** hd, I'm 3d What I smoke be 1 hunned And I'm 300 like chief keef Screaming oh I, bang, bang, you know the drill Overk** for that money [Hook] We getting to the money, what the f** you doing? Nothing If you ain't getting money then you f**in stupid Riding round smoking Keisha n***a cashin out Sboe, only thing we care about is Money, cars, money, hoes Money, hoes, money, clothes Money, cars, money, hoes Money, hoes, money, clothes [Verse 3] Tats all on my arm, money all in my pocket Keep your b**h from round me, I be plugging hoes like sockets And my louie belt and my newdy jeans Horseshoes I'm truly clean Turn this sh** to a movie scenee And my team we do this thing We do right like spike lee Double g's on that white t Double cup of that sprite lean b**h say she don't like me Probably cause she dikin, flow cold like ice age Go hard like vycan, just ballin like Michael Fresh pair of them jays, getting money 4 ways 20 racks in her rack, yeah they faker than tupe Catch me rolling them planes, taking off like jet blue With a model b**h off that runway I make her take off like jets do [Hook] We getting to the money, what the f** you doing? Nothing If you ain't getting money then you f**in stupid Riding round smoking Keisha n***a cashin out Sboe, only thing we care about is Money, cars, money, hoes Money, hoes, money, clothes Money, cars, money, hoes Money, hoes, money, clothes