You know what I´m sayin´, baby? (Okay, KMoney)
We vibin´ and shit, man
Don´t get it fucked up though
Could never be that
Could never be that, man

Yeah
Ayy

I don´t want you, I just wanna fuck you (Yeah), let your nigga love you
You on me ´cause I´m gettin´ money, that´s all you gettin´ from me (That´s all)
She just wanna rock your chain just because your pendant flooded
Pray to God I make it off this shit ´cause all my niggas hustle (I got to)
Niggas sending shots, but they don´t never come direct (Never)
I´m in the Rafs without the laces, but it´s shoestrings on my TEC
I keep that Styro´ on my right, but I spent blue cheese on my left
A hundred grams, it´s fresh off the press, it´s two G´s on my belt (Yeah)

I´m exhausted, I´m fresh off the road, man, groupies give me sex (Come on)
I´m a boss, don´t let ´em lie, they might confuse me with the help (They might)
Man, I´m cut from a different cloth
Yeah, I be drippin´ sauce (Yeah)
I might have to sit and map it out because these niggas lost
Advise you not to piss me off
One call and I can get you chalked (Hello?)
Do it on my own ´cause niggas snitchin´, that´s what get you caught
I had a talk with God, gave me the torch and I´ma never change
I had a talk with bro like, "What´s a profit?" We press everything

Money over bitches

Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Ha, ayy
Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Ayy

Got a nigga, bitch, why would I trust you? (Yeah)
Drive me to Kentucky (Phew)
Turn you up, you might get lucky (You might)
Let her rock the buffies
Don´t hate the player, hate the game, woah, I learned that from my uncle
Fuck the rappin´, ´fore we had it poppin´, had the traps, was jumpin´

Gotta get it, they won´t feed you
Gotti, tell ´em, "Free you" (My nigga)
You the only one that seen it
We still here, no, I can´t leave you (Know that)
Like my wrist Patrón plat´, catch me stuntin´ out a beamer
They show love across the map, but just know this shit get evil
I got dollars on up, tote ´em like they legal (Yeah)
Fuck her like she mine
Hear a car, get in them blinds (I´m gone)
Thuggin´ in disguise
I thank God I beat the odds (On God)
Stand on business, press the line
Give it all up to Siobhan
Doin´ donuts in the Maz, donuts on the mob
It get hot, they switch up sides

It go up, then who gon´ ride?
Screaming, "We the mob, free the mob," that´s on everything (Free the mob)
Lil´ cuz clean him up for a dime, waves on every chain

Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Ha, ayy
Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Money over bitches