Songtexte Money over Bitches - Fat Pat , Mike D , Mr. 3-2

What's up, everybody
This Big Sugar Daddy, comin' from the south side of the tree
I got a lil' news for you shoppers and you boppers
It ain't what a player can do for you
It's about what you can do for a player
So let me let my nigga kick some of that shit to you

I was 'pposin' to be chosen in this game
Bigger than Mike D, let me hear you scream my name (Mike D)
Money over bitches, that's M-O-B
I can't love a ho, that's the way it gotta be
'Cause bitch it's a ho you dyin' and make your game slack up
Get out of line, knock a dime if she act up
I don't give a damn 'bout these hoes, that's why I'm all alone
I grab my dick bone and hold the microphone
And scream money over bitches (Money over bitches)
Still got my riches
Sit sideways in the '72 hittin' switches
Smokin' Swishers, drinkin' on drank
Thinkin' 'bout bank, what the fuck you hoes think?
It's money over bitches in this H-Town, Texas
So no love for hoes, so what's the damn plexus?
From the North to the South, I'ma break these hoes off
I'ma calm down Robitussin so I don't cough
And it's money over bitches

Money over bitches, ridin' switches
Money over bitches, gotta have my riches
Money over bitches (We got money), ridin' switches (We got money)
Money over bitches (We got money), ridin' switches

Them niggas think it's a foot race, but it's a paper chase
I'm all about my mail, goin' to work every day
Plus I got them boppers on my side throwin' me up
When I'm out there on the cut, tryna give me some of them guts
But what? I'm all about my mail, I gotta show my skills
'Cause my skills pay the bills, nigga, that's real
So a young nigga trill, stuck in the game
And bitches always screamin' out a player name
But it be hard to see, that I'm the B-A-T
And why none of these boppers can't get with me
It's automatic like the 9
Bustin' for the lies on them hoes at all times
Get 'em on my ping, you know them silly things
That a nigga do to them hoes on ding-a-ling
Shake 'em, break 'em, do 'em like a nigga gotta do it
Break 'em down 'cause a player's just used to it, uh

Money over bitches, ridin' switches
Money over bitches, gotta have my riches
Money over bitches (We got money), ridin' switches (We got money)
Money over bitches (We got money), ridin' switches

It's money over boppers 'til the day I die
'Cause we some worldwide players, so, baby, don't ask why
One wheel in the sky, actin' a damn fool
Laughin' at these cats who think they
Player, but they some real other dudes
I got a pimp attitude, I goes hard on a broad
She come at me like a trick, I treat her good like a dog
Oh Lord, forgive me for this life of sin I live in
It's a shame, the scandalous brain of some of these women
I'm bendin' corners, workin' sixteen switches
Gettin' riches, lookin' good on the scene
So my purp' I'm blowin' green, better ask my partner Tune
How I go hard with these boppers in hotel rooms
Checkin' out at noon, give you cab fare to get home
After gettin' knocked down by 3-2, Fat Pat and Corleone
And we're gone, havin' big money and big mansions
And if you ask me, my national anthem is

Money over bitches, ridin' switches
Money over bitches, gotta have my riches (Yeah)
Money over bitches (Huh), ridin'
Switches (We got money, we got money)
Money over bitches (We got money), ridin' switches (Huh, M-O-B)
Money over bitches (M-O-B), ridin' switches (B-A-T)
Money over bitches (Love you, baby, baby), gotta
Have my riches (We gon' make them dreams come true)
Money over bitches (Lav Tech, Lav Tech)
, Ridin' switches (Southside, Southside)
Money over bitches (Damn, all the way to H-
Town), gotta have my riches (Huh, M-O-B)