[Chorus: Curren$y]

What you lookin at, girl, you lookin at a G

You ain't good with your man, you're better with me

I'm fresh to death, and I'm already stackin cheese

Come and get me, on my shoulder, follo me when I leave

Let's go hoe, let's go hoe

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Hot Spitta nigga, he got a lot of cars and women

Put them rims on em, but I never get them windows tinted

Hoes outchea, I want all of them to see me in it

Mad at his girl, cause she memorize and know my lyrics

It's a crazy world, and I'm sure gon be livin' in it

And you ain't crazy, girl, you can tell I'm a rich nigga

I got more stripes than the Hilfiger

Earned em in the streets, fuckin' all these other nigga's bitches

You already know how we get down

Young Money, baby, it's the new MoTown

It's my prerogative, like Bobby Brown

If you love your girlfriend, don't bring her around

Curren$y The Hot Spitta, straight up cash flow

Pimp in the game, but my brother a Mack tho

Far from an asshole, and I still girls fallin for me like it's

[Chorus: Curren$y]

What you lookin at, girl, you lookin at a G

You waitin wit a lame, I know you wanna be wit with me

I'm fresh to death, and I'm always spendin cheese

Imma tap you on your shoulder, follow when I leave

Let's go hoe, let's go hoe

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Weezy baby, Baby's money-maker

Yeah, you know me hoe

Mama know she gotta put paper in my portfoliogot it perfect, right in my portfolio

Fly as a blue bird, and blimps, and airplanes

Bitch I come from long money, and pimps, and big shrimps

I love it, yes, I love it, I bet I could make you love it

Can't no other person do it like I motherfuckin does it

It's ya nigga, it's ya cousin, it's ya lover, it's ya husband

It's the one that broke ya off, when ya other nigga wasn't

And um, I'm on that fuckin Patron

And I like it, I feel like fightin

I feel like fuckin, feel I might just

Get her to the crib, and put her into a crisis

Fresh from my head to the bottom of my Nikes

She hop on my dick, and say she ridin with a license

Yeah, I see her standin' in the corner, lookin' spicy

Then I walk over and say yeah, it's just like this

[Chorus: Curren$y]

What you lookin at, girl, you lookin at a G

You waitin wit a lame, I know you wanna be wit with me

I'm fresh to death, and I'm always spendin cheese

Imma tap you on your shoulder, follow when I leave

Let's go hoe, let's go hoe