Money Over Bullshit

Lyrics

[Verse 1] My niggas got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be full-ies – brrrat! Cars peel, the East Coast cartel, rats get their tails snapped and trapped The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria Dreams of falling in the elevator, passing floors Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad-luck prayers Picture your Tarot cards and bodyguards getting sprayed up Sabotaging my makeup, my watches get laced up Even if they indicted Jacob Forensics, paramedics–carry cowards off Defibrillators shock to your chest, try to cough They die and hit Hell from an iron I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit Got bitches high as hell, and they fucking like AIDS don't exist They get sent to your hotel, a maid in this shit Put a barrel in a capo mouth 'til his scalp come out You a kid, you don't live what you rap about King poetic, too many haters to count Too much paper to count (QB, bitch!) [Chorus] Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (Mourn) Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards (Hahaha), but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (My own strength, nigga! That's what I'm afraid of!) Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn (Hahaha) Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength [Verse 2] Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet Thinking 'bout which nigga to target You kill a nigga today, he lives forever So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no martyrs Black TEC on the table, Mag' four-four Black negligée on my bitch, she's at the door Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar You niggas fish-made, y'all niggas is fifth grade niggas It's fifty ways to dissect the General If I give you the top five, you will not survive Rule 1: Cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue Rule 2: Thought you knew—don't fuck with God's Son Rule 3: See, matter fact, I just wait If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive Each one of ya guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive Like y'all ain't in agreement with Nas I said it's dead, motherfucker [Chorus] Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (It's dead, bitch!) Money Over Bullshit (Hahaha), pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength (My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of, ha-ha) Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength [Verse 3] From crack pushers to 'Lac pushers and ambushers And morticians to fortresses Case dismisses, laced in riches, cake ridiculous From nickel and dimin', to trickin' them diamonds Vegas, places in Switzerland, from 9 blastin' to I don't have to blast mine, they blast mine, black 9 You flatline, my cash climb Buy rare art, antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases Five-star restaurant eaters; don't forget who your peeps is 'Posed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you Only if they grind with you, or slang for ya Seen niggas live, laugh, party, and die in that very same corner Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed, I twirl Once even gave me a phobia That I'd be in a spot, trapped like Madame Zenobia With this kid eyein' my Rollie, y'all [Chorus] Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (Mourn) Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards (Hahahaha), but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength (My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of, ha-ha-ha) Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength [Outro] There it is! QB, bitch! Yeah… QB, bitch! Yeah, yeah… QB, bitch!