Over Everything (Half Time) Lyrics

Lightin' big, roaches found in my ash tray

Know the hoes come what the money, so take

the cash way

Birthday shoppin', don't know which one to

cop

Know it come with sport mode and the leather

I'm off the lot Real nigga dreams, whether you workin' or

on the block Money schemes, know I need my shit first and

I'm off the top Baby shakin', all that ass on the player

I'm like, what's hannenin'

Patron shots, grind up the tree Let's get it crack, no chill

Finesse, God, you know it's over everything Diamonds in my Fab 5 piece and it's a heavy

chain Can't get on no wax, I ain't talkin' bout

my trophies Ballers get the rings, Bron M. J. and Kobe

Slide through stealth kickin' shit, I'm like Shinobi

Talkin' down on the player, supposed to be my homie

Lost my wallet in the function, got it back and it was jumpin

Niggas lookin' never try me, cause they know that I be thuggin

On the scene, young dawg, pullin' bitches like McLovin

Got no pape, no game, that's why you strugglin' You can take a loss, it's all in how you

Bounce back Real nigga, till I die, that's in my contract

Slidin' out, 23, it's from the goat Mink coat lookin' like I sell dope

Sportin' fresh, got finesse stamped on my chest When you movin', watch who niggas be

Cool with it It's a movement, niggas can't really do shit

I spit it fluent the same way when I speak to honey

I ain't tryna talk to niggas, that ain't talkin' money