Moola and the Guap - Wiz Khalifa, Lavish

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

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

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.

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)