Money Over Bitches Lyrics

Yeah, you know what time it is, siesta mía, yeah, yeah, we in here, money on everything

You know what's up, get that paper, money on bitches, yeah, yeah, let's do it

I spit game bout my old life, all facts, no cap, what these hoes like, on the stove like

When it drop, take it out, spin the bottle till it's all white, fuck the stove, use that old mic

Cuttin' two thousand out of twenty-eight, till it's all white, Lambo, Lambo, shit be so real

Ten mil in the safe, off the first deal, got my woman in Miami, countin' paper for me

Since we talkin' money, a hundred million, she gon' keep it safe for me

That black diamond, what she smokin' on, the baddest bitch got the weed

That'll have you chokin' on it, money makes the world go round

Niggas gotta chase the paper, no doubt, when it comes to hoes, you know we throw down

Money on my bitches, cash gotta rule the things around me

True OGs, stay true to the streets, flippin' in the Benz, you know I'm one D

Money on my bitches, me and my niggas, all we do is get money

Sellin' bitches, and count hunnids, never bum me, you can say that

I was rentin' Benz's when you was rentin' out a Maybach

Fake ass, correctional officer, put niggas in the county on lockup

I'm runnin' stock up, block cuz, you bitches'll never stop us

Mop up, got glass cuz, everywhere we go these niggas wanna pop us

Just watch us, drop the top plus, I want you niggas to see who this is

And it's motherfuckin' not us, bad bitches got em on the tab bitches

Stackin' mids cuz they some real ass bad bitches, money makes the world go round

Niggas gotta chase the paper, no doubt, when it comes to hoes, you know we throw down

Money on my bitches, cash gotta rule the things around me

True OG's, they true to the streets, flippin' in the Benz, you know I'm one deep

Money over bitches