M.O.B. lyrics

[Intro]
Money over—, money over—
Money over b*tches, that's the—
Money over— (It's us)

[Verse]
Money over b*tches, that's the motto, what I said (Yeah)
Lately, I been stepping' on they motherf*ckin' heads
I'm with KARRAHBOOO and she forgot to take her meds
My new b*tch ride me, like some BMX pads (Okay)
Uh, we don't f*ck around with the feds
Lookin' around, some n*ggas been holdin' me down since the start, yeah
Givin' the blick to partners, sleepin' up out of the Rick
Beatin' 'em off, I'll nеver switch on my side-b*tch
Ho' just said so I could left mе on a high pitch
Then ran through twenty-five million and I'mma die rich
I got caught up in dirt, I had to switch my line quick
I hade a shy b*tch, f*ck me like you high, b*tch
f*ck me like you feel bad, my n*ggas died, b*tch
f*ck me like you feel bad, my n*ggas locked down
Gotta know, I'm tryna f*ck you if you we eatin' out
She tied me up while sittin' down, I'm bustin' all on her gown
Dope boy like Jeezy, hand on that cup, movin' 'round like a
Ouija
I got two million put up, just like Peezy
Add another six, I'mma spend it, 'cause it's easy
New Maybach, inside look like Dreezy
Pretty lil' b*tch, I put her picture on her Wheatie's
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Oh my God, what happened to you, my baby?
Life ain't work out for that boy, join the Navy
All of my b*tches are unstable
She want a chain, then she gotta f*ck my label
He bein' nosy, we gon' rearrange his nasal
Them boys be hatin' on each other, Cain and Abel
I pull out a twenty-ounce with some maple
I put C's in her top like a—
Blurry vision, almost hope that Jesus grab the wheel
With my shiesty at my chest, like a young O'Neill
Bigger eater, all the tickets for you at the wheel
I will call any n*gga out, I never film
Almost f*cked up the motor, I can not drive stick
But second' to a snitch, a n*gga who switched cliques
I'm quick to flood my wrist, I'm quick to switch my b*tch
I'm quick to catch my nut, I'm quick to make a b*tch p*ssy
All the sh*t they got against me, ain't really do them no good
I pop the Rolls in the hood, I put the b*tch up on the Curb
I cut a b*tch head and treat her like Durk, I'm p*ssin' these rap n*gga nerves
I'm runnin' around, steppin' in my all white fazos, like I'm Herb
I blame to come at fifty, I damn near spent it on my b*tch
One-point-one, I spent on my teeth, that's college sh*t, legit
[Outro]
Money over—, money over—
Money over—, money over—
Money over b*tches, that's the motto, what I said (Yeah)
Lately, I been steppin' on they motherf*ckin' heads