Moola and the Guap

[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