[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$y]
Hot Spitta n***a, he got a lot of cars and women
Put them rims on em, but I never get them windows tinted
Hoes outchea, I want all of them to see me in it
Mad at his girl, cause she memorize and know my lyrics
It's a crazy world, and I'm sure gon be livin' in it
And you ain't crazy, girl, you can tell I'm a rich n***a
I got more stripes than the Hilfiger
Earned em in the streets, fuckin' all these other n***a's bitches
You already know how we get down
Young Money, baby, it's the new MoTown
It's my prerogative, like Bobby Brown
If you love your girlfriend, don't bring her around
Curren$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 n***a, it's ya cousin, it's ya lover, it's ya husband
It's the one that broke ya off, when ya other n***a 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