Money Over Hoes lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Let the band play)

[Chorus]
They be like (What?) woah
That young n*gga 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
n*gga, I put money over hoes
They be like (What?) woah
That young n*gga 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
n*gga, I put money over hoes (Yeah, over thеse b*tches, uh)
No, thesе hoes can't get my dough (Can't get my riches)

[Verse 1]
No, these b*tches 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', b*tch, you know the score (Yeah)
If you're talkin' 'bout money, let's go (Let's get it, yeah, let's go)
Lil' n*gga, he hot as a stove
Mr. Glock got your b*tch on the road
Mr. Glock got your b*tch on the go
I see white teeth with diamonds and gold
I see n*ggas hate me on the low
f*ck that talkin', go ahead, drop the low
f*ck that talkin', my n*gga, let's go
[Chorus]
(They be like— what?) Woah
That young n*gga 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 (b*tch)
I ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (b*tch)
n*gga, I put money over hoes
(They be like— what?) Woah
That young n*gga 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
n*gga, I put money over hoes (f*ck these b*tches)
No, these hoes can't get my dough

[Verse 2]
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
b*tch, my heart and my watch froze (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
(What?) Woah
That young n*gga 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 (b*tch)
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (What?)
n*gga, I put money over hoes
(They be like— what?) Woah
That young n*gga 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
n*gga, I put money over hoes (Can't f*ck with these b*tches, uh)

[Outro]
Yeah
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