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D-Shot - "Money Ova Bitches"
Lyrics to Money Ova Bitches : (feat. Messy Marv, San Quinn, Bailey) [Bailey] Im sky ballin, a young California pimp Loungin in a stretch Bently sittin low on the tents Iced down, draped an dipped hittin bomb weed (bomb weed) Servin on stega shrimp, sippin Dom P (Dom P) Lavishly cordinated Savagely corporated On casino, Mr. Gambinos Mobb affiliated The world is mine, thats what I read on a blimp Playin cops Im a robber with blue prints to the mint Didnt leave no evidence, went back to, my residence Snatch the Benjamins, an all the other dead presidents My hoochies like to toss me the coochie Floss me in Gucci But groupies would never cost me no Loochie What I look like' Givin a hoe all my doe, like she wrote all my flows Bitch Im all-pro You be the same hoe, on the stroll makin me mo dinero So tip-toe through the rain, sleet an snow [Hook] I gotta get my Money Over Bitches They want the money, I want my riches [x2] [San Quinn] Quinnton mania, hoes Im tamin ya Never praisin ya, never payin ya Nothin mo than attention Havin paper is an addiction Your not bringin additions Then subtract yo self from my jurisdictions This is how I see it My crew we be the cleanest Pushin Benzes and Beamers These hoes aint pleased to meet us Pass us Master Cards an Visas Illegal searches We smokin roaches with no crutches Bitches we cope, from bein broke and do it like a hustla a Aint no friends we all cousins Baby networkin Money aint nothin You got it all' You need to quit perpin A quarter million wouldnt satisfy me I be a Master like P And I act like Luni Only God can do me Burn a crutch with doobie, approach smoothly Only ladies with paper amuse me, an broke hoes choose me But lose bein in a pursuit of tryin to talk For the conversation of fuck you and shit bitch its goin to cost [Hook x2] [Messy Marv] I got 2 for 1, from Ya-yo to in-do Paper now, hoes later, the tradition in Fil-mo Dime-els, bricks of Ya-yo, coke dealers, crack sales Niggaz that tell on Big Willies Young killas, bitches that jock, look at em stare Got em choosin, got hoes droolin on a playa My gold teeth glare, shinnin like cheese goin "Bling" Knock Out Playa, K-O-P in the street I fuck with big timers, ridin sideways with young thugs Dont manipulise, of Fil-mo hood nudge Shake hood slugs, make hood drugs Never could, never would a nigga hoe trust Money Over Bitches Trust a bitch I never would Hoe Im too major Havin paper like Tiger Woods Famous in the Mo Rob from the rich and slang Ya-yo to the poor Flippin, manipulate a dumb hoe For way mo I tell em BIA-TCH!! I love ballin, how could I be tired of bein rich' Been off the hook so long, got disconnected unexpected And you niggaz is wrong for payin hoes an hoe protectin [Hook till end] [ Money Ova Bitches Lyrics ]
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