Money Over Hoes

Key Glock

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    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    (Let the band play)

    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 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're talkin' 'bout money, let's go (let's get it, yeah, let's go)

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    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

    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

    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

    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)

    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

    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)

    Yeah
    Yeah
    G-lock

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