[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
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
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