Let’s Go Hoe

Lyrics

[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