(Yea
Yea, yea
You know its Zay Doe
You know its Zay Doe
Uh, yea
You know its Zay Doe
You know its Zay Doe
Yea, uh, yea)
[Chorus]
Money, Cars, Hoes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Clothes Clothes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Clothes Clothes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Clothes Clothes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Clothes Clothes
Put ya hands in the sky if you really fucking with me
Put ya hands in the sky if you really fucking with me
Put ya hands in the sky if you really fucking with me
Put ya hands in the sky if you really fucking with me
[Verse 1]
They sick of me but I got the remedy (ya)
I milly rock on your block in New York City
Blue Kia I drive that bitch like a Bentley &
Niggas oughta know I'm the best in the city (fax)
Still eating grits and fish on a Sunday
But now I fuck yo bitch on a Monday
Mason Margialas I’m applying pressure (ooh)
This shit don't stop for worse or for better (nope)
Lemme know when you know how to flip
Tryna do more than just pay the rent
All you hoes sucking the dick
And y'all do it in the whip
While I’m going 86
On the highway
It is my day
I can never ever quit
Got the Mac up on my hip
In case a nigga pop his lips
And I gotta let it burn
Usher Raymond got the germs
Tell ya bitch its my turn
But I gotta use a rubber when we under covers
Cause I ain't got time to see the hard way to learn
Y'all on that gimme gimme
While we out here tryna earn
Cremate the flow
Put that shit in an urn
When you assume you discern
[Chorus]
Money, Cars, Hoes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Clothes Clothes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Clothes Clothes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Clothes Clothes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Money, Cars, Hoes
Clothes Clothes
Put ya hands in the sky if you really fucking with me
Put ya hands in the sky if you really fucking with me
Put ya hands in the sky if you really fucking with me
Put ya hands in the sky if you really fucking with me
[Verse 2]
Lil nigga dissing the gang?
That is not a good decision
But you know what they say (what)
You either with us or against us (you right)
Pop Life be the business
Making more moves than your crew
Running like a well oiled engine
We been in the lab like a chemist
To society
I'm a menace
Pop ya eye out
I eat spinach
And plus I'm killing every rapper in the game
And I left a damn witness
Niggas wanna take shots but forgot about my bulletproof lyrics
And any anyone can get it that is opposition so I hope they hear it
I'm on some better shit & I know you can't compete
Niggas smiling in my face, but they planning my defeat
If you thinking this shit sweet then you have dissed the wrong team
PLMG who they envy
Nah we ain't no breakfast team
Bitch I’m all about that cream & it rules everything ’round me
I got
Haters coming in
Money coming in
So I'm moving like a G
I got
Plenty people doubting
More people clowning
Praying for my defeat
You know
I ain’t even stressing
Life's like a salad
Everything don't need a dressing
My vision clearer than 10 pair of glasses
And 9 pair of contacts
And I'm really hotter than a box of matches
You dipped in ammonia and covered in plastic
With lighter fluid on it
You set it on fire and stuff in a mattress
Drenching in formaldehyde then you walk past and die from saturation
I’m birthing a nation
Future in the making
Eliminate basic
The world that we live in is yours for the taking
