Lyrics: Alejandro Carranza/Laron Robinson/Ivin Williams
Music: Alejandro Carranza/Laron Robinson/Ivin Williams
My nig-my nigga Menace on the beat, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ron-Ron, yeah, hey, hey, hey
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ron-Ron do that shit
Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
Twenty escalades like Obama in this bitch
Private residential, got a million dollar crib
It's money over everything, nigga **** a bitch
Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
Twenty escalades like Obama in this bitch
Private residential, got a million dollar crib
It's money over everything, nigga **** a bitch
It's money over niggas, but you knew that?
I done jaked the hunnid bands, and I blew that
Told your bitch "I want some head", and she do that
Twenty bands 'n kick it in the section, It's a coupé
I want it all blue chips, like some cool ranch
I throw my money in the air, do a cool dance
Evisu hanging off my ass, these some cool pants
Off the percs, I meditate like a Buddhist
I got a older bi', she say I'm the cutest
Nigga switch like a snake, like they Judas
Still rock true religion, I'm the truest
I wish my lawyer Happy Hanukkah, he Jewish
Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
Twenty escalades like Obama in this bitch
Private residential, got a million dollar crib
It's money over everything, nigga **** a bitch
Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
Twenty escalades like Obama in this bitch
Private residential, got a million dollar crib
It's money over everything, nigga **** a bitch
Lil nigga that's a trap phone
I'm like a dyke in this club with the strap on
I can spit it on your bitch, get my mac on
Karate kid I talk a brick, nigga wax on
Chopstick not the type you eat the food with
I got the coke for you and every bitch you cool with
Bitches act so Ashanti, foolish
So I **** 'em one time, then I'm through with 'em
Nigga **** one time, I ain't cool with 'em
My nigga don't do construction keep a tool with 'em
He goin' stoopid ay, I'mma act a fool with 'em
Before we set a nigga up, we act cool with 'em
Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
Twenty escalades like Obama in this bitch
Private residential, got a million dollar crib
It's money over everything, nigga **** a bitch
Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
Twenty escalades like Obama in this bitch
Private residential, got a million dollar crib
It's money over everything, nigga **** a bitch
Third verse, now I don't usually do this
I got a question baby, would you let the crew hit?
You like married to your nigga try some new shit
Sell ****** to a junkie tell 'em shoot it
We at the club for the bitches, start recruiting
That nigga bunt me, we goin' get to shootin'
We at the club for the bitches, start recruiting
That nigga come at me wrong, we get to shootin'
Presidential Rolex nigga, secret service
I see twelve in the field, I get nervous
I'm in the hills right now, I got no service
I was selling coke but I knew I had a purpose
Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
Twenty escalades like Obama in this bitch
Private residential, got a million dollar crib
It's money over everything, nigga **** a bitch
Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
Twenty escalades like Obama in this bitch
Private residential, got a million dollar crib
It's money over everything, nigga **** a bitch
Producer: Ron Ron/Menace