Lyrics: Lamar Riviere/Divin Nzessie
Music: Lamar Riviere/Divin Nzessie
CHORUS:
Money over hoes
Pretty girls chasing goals
Rather make a penny than to party
Step in formation with the army
The futures green, red eye could never harm me
If im seeing red flags we cant rub shoulders
And if its beef then we’ll take it to the stakeholders
I might be serving but you’ll never see me take orders
When im swerving is the only time I’ll cut corners
VERSE 1:
Am and jiggs that’s a cheat code, heat bro
Treat the shit like Heathrow we keep flows -
Flying over heads, negros, and shegrows
Can’t keep toe to toe with me and the bro
Eat slow, when I rhyme make it intricate
I touch the pad, intimate
Connect with them, Internet
But four bars ain’t enough I need a 16
Not every day lotion babe I’m trynna make the big cream
I make her big scream
She fall asleep while she be thinking bout the d
She told me she been having big dreams
I knew eventually I’d blow since I was 14
Rapped before I lost my virginity
Still I’d foreseen
That I would **** the game
And they touch the name
J-I-Dou- you know the rest man I ain’t gotta say
Come against me and the cros that’s a lot of pain
In the function with the bros that’s a lot of chains
CHORUS:
Money over hoes
Pretty girls chasing goals
Rather make a penny than to party
Step in formation with the army
The futures green, red eye could never harm me
If im seeing red flags we cant rub shoulders
And if its beef then we’ll take it to the stakeholders
I might be serving but you’ll never see me take orders
When im swerving is the only time I’ll cut corners
VERSE 2:
And nobody cant tell me nuttin
Try me and watch my killy rise up the suttin
16 with a dust and russian
I was breaking man down like it’s tetris or suttin
Aint no discussion i get dimes by the dozen
Im a big belly boy true say manna glutton
Gonna end in smoke if there’s beef in the oven
Free my guys till it’s backwards like Benjamin Button
Seh mi never unsteady, so come when yuh ready
Yuh nuh waan fi see us bu bu bang like fekky
Big mac get tekky till our palms dem sweaty
Knock ‘im head back like ‘im cotch pon di settee
So mind yuh don’t spill yuh liquor
Pick a war wid who yuh should reconsider
Big flicks big bricks and some big clippers
Step right better watch you slip nigga
CHORUS:
Money over hoes
Pretty girls chasing goals
Rather make a penny than to party
Step in formation with the army
The futures green, red eye could never harm me
If im seeing red flags we cant rub shoulders
And if its beef then we’ll take it to the stakeholders
I might be serving but you’ll never see me take orders
When im swerving is the only time I’ll cut corners