Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Over Bitches, artist - 2 Face The UndabossDate of issue: 30.10.2006
Song language: English
Money Over Bitches |
| Huh, niggas think they got the game sewed, yeah right |
| I’m air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes |
| If the Navi outside, I might be there |
| Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs |
| Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare |
| You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear |
| And when the beef cook, I’ma put the piece to your head |
| And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead |
| Then I’m goin goin, back back |
| To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop |
| Niggas know I’m good with the Glock, they call me Chick Hearns |
| Cause if the game on knot, I’m callin the shots |
| I’ll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I’m The LOX |
| Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box |
| And when I die, bury me with the Glock, and a bucket of shells |
| In case niggas want drama in hell |
| Yeah, so when Compton niggas and Fillmoe niggas get together |
| Shit happens mayne; |
| real talk from ya nigga Fig' |
| Doin it big and don’t wanna split yo' wig |
| I’ll give you anything you ask fo' - money over bitches |
| Tell me what’chu blast fo' - fuck around with snitches |
| What you had to smash fo' - niggas tried to play me man |
| (1) Anything you ask fo' - all about this Bay game |
| (2) Anything you ask fo' - representin Bay game |
| I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like I’m Lenny Kravitz |
| I’m in the streets where they goin savage |
| One, two, we dance on the rooftop |
| Let the Coupe ghostride then we come to two stops |
| Figga eight’n by the corner sto' |
| Niggarali from killer Cali you gotta let 'em know |
| Yeahh, ya hit me on my Sidekick |
| Inventory pilin up, niggas tryin to buy shit |
| They got me diggin in my files |
| Pro Tools, ADAT tapes and big sounds |
| Jumpin on a plane, jumpin out a taxi cab |
| Stackin up this fettucini now these niggas hella mad |
| «Fuck that nigga! |
| He got another album on the board?» |
| Damn right, another album on the board |
| Fuck the bullshit, the Figgarali don’t play |
| I represent the whole Bay every motherfuckin day |
| Count rubber band grands |
| I’m out big on the under, with my fam bam |
| And I, hover the lands |
| To expand, I’m from the gutter grime and the sand |
| No jams the flam’s all busted |
| The dames want the bucks when, they see you stuffed in |
| Your pockets, 'til they get them some |
| But testin my pocket, only gets you none |
| Cause I, got a pimp mentality |
| The scrubs wanna eat shrimp, and get my salary |
| They ain’t knowin I’m tight laced in my shoestrings |
| Hate the way I’m flowin on the mic, cause I do gleam |
| All types of baguettes and bezels |
| We shine like life’s rebels |
| 2005, me and my crew just pile the pots |
| Move like the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch |