Money Over
Yeah, yeah
Who you know that's lyrically that?
Who you know that's lyrically that?
Riddle me that literally cap
You niggas be considerably wack
And I could walk inside a building
With a hundred dollars
Feeling like a million dollars
Chillin'with a trillion dollar spirit
Just lit the wrist up
Biggie niggas get hit up
(Psssh) get your shit up
Bank talking, it flip up
(Haaaa) Phillip Banks
The lengths to getting richer
My cape got yellow tape
My trench gotta be censored off-white
These niggas be soft like
The tissue and cloth type
To kiss you in broad light
So you play a boss nigga
You ain't who they follow
I seen you double cross niggas
Like a Dusse bottle (My nigga, what?)
Nigga are you dumb? Are you stupid?
Do you know what type of bitch I am?
Yeah this Lady, baby, that's boss lady
For those who don't know
Money over niggas money over bitches
Money over six figures
Money I'm a big spender
Money Money over niggas money over bitches
Money over six figures
Money I'm a big spender
Honey honey I get to this money money
When I see my ex nigga
I'm thinking like dummy dummy
This nigga's a clown cake
He sweeter than pound cake
These bitches around hate
And these niggas don't sound straight
Fu-fugaze it's crazy but listen baby
Got ya new nigga calling me
Saying he missing lady (You miss me?)
I could get a nigga hype let him fall through
But he could never be my type
If he yours too
Saw you, talk about about the ass you hittin'
I caught you talk about the ass you kissin'
Brother and you brag about
The cash you gettin'
But I'll forever judge a nigga
Off his last three women
(Who your last bitch?) oh you
Oh you thought I wasn't gonna do it again
I could do this shit in circles
I rap circles around you bitches
And y'all niggas too hahaaaaaaaaaaa
Money over niggas money over bitches
Money over six figures
Money I'm a big spender
Money Money over niggas money over bitches
Money over six figures
Money I'm a big spender