Money Over lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Who you know that's lyrically that?

[Verse 1]
Who you know that’s lyrically that?
Riddle me that
Literally cap
You n*ggas be considerably wack
And I could walk inside a building
With a hundred dollars
Feeling like a million dollars
Chillin’with a trillion dollar spirit
Just lit the wrist up
Biggie n*ggas get hit up
(Psssh) get your sh*t up
Bank talking, it flip up
(Haaaa) Phillip Banks
The lengths to getting richer
My cape got yellow tape
My trench gotta be censored
Off-white
These n*ggas be soft like
The tissue and cloth type
To kiss you in broad light
So you play a boss n*gga, you ain't who they follow
I seen you double cross n*ggas like a Dusse bottle
(My n*gga, what?)
n*gga are you dumb?
Are you stupid?
Do you know what type of b*tch I am?
Yeah this Lady, baby, that’s boss lady
For those who don’t know

[Chorus]
Money over n*ggas
Money over b*tches
Money over six figures
Money I’m a big spender
Money Money over n*ggas
Money over b*tches
Money over six figures
Money I’m a big spender

[Verse 2]
Honey honey I get to this money money
When I see my ex n*gga I’m thinking like dummy dummy
This n*gga’s a clown cake
He sweeter than pound cake
These b*tches around hate
And these n*ggas don't sound straight
Fu-fugaze its crazy
But listen baby
Got ya new n*gga calling me
Saying he missing lady (You miss me?)
I could get a n*gga hype let him fall through
But he could never be my type, if he yours too
Saw you, talk about about the ass you hittin’
I caught you
Talk about the ass you kissin'
Brother and you brag about the cash you gettin'
But I’ll forever judge a n*gga off his last three women
(Who your last b*tch?)
Oh you
Oh you thought I wasn't gonna do it again
I could do this sh*t in circles
I rap circles around you b*tches
And y'all n*ggas too
Hahaaaaaaaaaaa

[Chorus]
Money over n*ggas
Money over b*tches
Money over six figures
Money I’m a big spender
Money Money over n*ggas
Money over b*tches
Money over six figures
Money I’m a big spender