Money Over Hoes

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let the band play) [Chorus] They be like (What?) woah That young nigga right there cold (Yeah) Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop 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?) woah That young nigga right there cold (Yeah) Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (Yeah) 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 (Yeah, over thеse bitches, uh) No, thesе hoes can't get my dough (Can't get my riches) [Verse 1] 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're talkin' 'bout money, let's go (Let's get it, yeah, let's go) Lil' nigga, he hot as a stove Mr. Glock got your bitch on the road Mr. Glock got your bitch on the go I see white teeth with diamonds and gold I see niggas hate me on the low Fuck that talkin', go ahead, drop the low Fuck that talkin', my nigga, let's go [Chorus] (They be like— what?) Woah That young nigga right there cold (Glizock) Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (Yeah) 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?) Woah That young nigga right there cold (Yeah) Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (Yeah) 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 [Verse 2] 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 (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] (What?) Woah That young nigga right there cold (Glizock) Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (Yeah) 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 (What?) Nigga, I put money over hoes (They be like— what?) Woah That young nigga right there cold Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop 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) [Outro] Yeah Yeah G-Lock