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 fetti 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 'em off And these haters wish I wasn't All about my job And my guap keep it comin Who you foolin boy? I does it Your girl said she loves it Pocket full of guap, and that moola keep it comin Heavy hustle, Rostrum Records On it big, man, its nothin Cigarillo full of that Rain Man, I call her fresh puffin It's-it's-it's smellin super bad; call me MC puffin Stick that thing in oven Turn it up and make muffins Money comin up, that moola and the green Money comin in, I chop it up between my team 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] Yeah.. I'm fresh up off the plane I hit the town straight from tourin I don't run up and down the court But you can say I'm ballin The money's not a problem So you know they gon 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 bus-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 Yeah that baggy shit is finished When you gettin money Everything is fitted Listen This ain't nothin close To most Of you niggas, weirdos My swagga is on one, followed by a zero-zero I got up in her earhole 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 ya need A blunt for ya trees A lot of pipe for all that you got stuffed in them jeans My ride got screens I'm high, I got a lean 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 time 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 flock And as for all them hatin niggas, ooh 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 full a dollas My nigga, I gangreen (yup) So if you bout your money Boy I'm bout the same thing (yeah) [Hook: L.C.] X2