[Bailey]
I`m sky ballin`, a young California pimp
Loungin` in a stretch Bently sittin low on the tents
Iced down, draped an dipped hittin bomb weed (bomb weed)
Servin` on stega shrimp, sippin` Dom P (Dom P)
Lavishly cordinated
Savagely corporated
On casino, Mr. Gambino`s Mobb affiliated
The world is mine, that`s what I read on a blimp
Playin cops I`m a robber with blue prints to the mint
Didn`t leave no evidence, went back to, my residence
Snatch the Benjamin`s, an all the other dead presidents
My hoochies like to toss me the coochie
Floss me in Gucci
But groupies would never cost me no Loochie
What I look like?
Givin` a hoe all my doe, like she wrote all my flows
Bitch I`m all-pro
You be the same hoe, on the stroll makin` me mo dinero
So tip-toe through the rain, sleet an snow
[Hook]
I gotta get my Money Over Bitches
They want the money, I want my riches
[x2]
[San Quinn]
Quinnton mania, hoes I`m tamin` ya
Never praisin ya, never payin ya
Nothin` mo than attention
Havin` paper is an addiction
Your not bringin additions
Then subtract yo self from my jurisdictions
This is how I see it
My crew we be the cleanest
Pushin` Benzes and Beamers
These hoes ain`t pleased to meet us
Pass us Master Cards an Visas
Illegal searches
We smokin` roaches with no crutches
Bitches we cope, from bein` broke and do it like a hustla a
Ain`t no friends we all cousins
Baby networkin`
Money ain`t nothin`
You got it all? You need to quit perpin`
A quarter million wouldn`t satisfy me
I be a Master like P
And I act like Luni
Only God can do me
Burn a crutch with doobie, approach smoothly
Only ladies with paper amuse me, an broke hoes choose me
But lose bein` in a pursuit of tryin to talk
For the conversation of fuck you and shit bitch it`s goin to cost
[Hook] x2
[Messy Marv]
I got 2 for 1, from Ya-yo to in-do
Paper now, hoes later, the tradition in Fil-mo
Dime-els, bricks of Ya-yo, coke dealers, crack sales
Niggaz that tell on Big Willies
Young killas, bitches that jock, look at `em stare
Got `em choosin, got hoes droolin` on a playa
My gold teeth glare, shinnin` like cheese goin Bling
Knock Out Playa, K-O-P in the street
I fuck with big timers, ridin` sideways with young thugs
Don`t manipulise, of Fil-mo hood nudge
Shake hood slugs, make hood drugs
Never could, never would a nigga hoe trust
Money Over Bitches
Trust a bitch I never would
Hoe I`m too major
Havin` paper like Tiger Woods
Famous in the Mo
Rob from the rich and slang Ya-yo to the poor
Flippin`, manipulate a dumb hoe
For way mo`
I tell `em BIA-TCH!!
I love ballin`, how could I be tired of bein` rich?
Been off the hook so long, got disconnected unexpected
And you niggaz is wrong for payin` hoes an hoe protectin`.
[Hook till end]
