paroles de chanson Money Over Hoes - Key Glock

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (let the band play)

They be like (what?), "Whoa, that young nigga right there cold" (yeah)
Uh, ridin' in a drop top Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a drop top Rolls
Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro, I ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code, nigga, I put money over hoes

They be like (what?), "Whoa, that young nigga right there cold"
Uh, ridin' in a drop top Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a drop top Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, I ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (over these bitches, uh)

No, these hoes can't get my dough (can't get my riches)
No, these bitches can't get my dough
I'm sippin' on lean by the four, get a bag, do a show, then I roll
Yeah, I'm ballin', bitch, you know the score (yeah)
If you talkin' 'bout money, let's go (let's get it, yeah, let's go)

Lil' nigga, he hot as a stove
Mr. Glock got yo' bitch on the road, Mr. Glock got yo' bitch on the go
I see white teeth with diamonds and gold, I see niggas hate me on the low
Fuck that talkin', go 'head, drop the low, fuck that talkin', my nigga, let's go

They be like (what?), "Whoa, that young nigga right there cold" (Glizock)
Uh, ridin' in a drop top Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a drop top Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro (bitch), I ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (bitch), nigga, I put money over hoes

They be like (what?), "Whoa, that young nigga right there cold" (yeah)
Uh, ridin' in a drop top Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a drop top Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, I ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (fuck these bitches)

No, these hoes can't get my dough
No, I'll never sell my soul, sell a ho before I sell my soul
Sippin' on Tris, I ain't catchin' no cold, middle school, Polo to the floor like Dro
High school gettin' head, yeah, Amber Cole, bitch, my heart and my watch froze

(What?), "Whoa, that young nigga right there cold" (Glizock)
Uh, ridin' in a drop top Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a drop top Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, I ain't got no friends, just foes (bitch)
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (bitch), nigga, I put money over hoes

They be like (what?), "Whoa, that young nigga right there cold"
Uh, ridin' in a drop top Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a drop top Rolls
Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro, I ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (can't fuck with these bitches, uh)

(Yeah, uh)
(Yeah)

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