Текст песни Messy Marv and San Quinn - Money Over Bitches
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Verse 1--==San Quinn==--I`m sky ballin`, a young California pimpLoungin` in a stretch Bently sittin low on the tentsIced down, draped an dipped hittin bomb weed (bomb weed)Servin` on stega shrimp, sippin` Dom P (Dom P)Lavishly cordinatedSavagely corporatedOn casino, Mr. Gambino`s Mobb affiliatedThe world is mine, that`s what I read on a blimpPlayin cops I`m a robber with blue prints to the mintDidn`t leave no evidence, went back to, my residenceSnatch the Benjamin`s, an all the other dead presidentsMy hoochies like to toss me the coochieFloss me in GucciBut groupies would never cost me no LoochieWhat I look like?Givin` a hoe all my doe, like she wrote all my flowsBitch I`m all-proYou be the same hoe, on the stroll makin` me mo dineroSo tip-toe through the rain, sleet an snow(Hook) 2xI gotta get my Money Over BitchesThey want the money, I want my richesVerse 2--==Messy Marv==--Quinnton mania, hoes I`m tamin` yaNever praisin ya, never payin yaNothin` mo than attentionHavin` paper is an addictionYour not bringin additionsThen subtract yo self from my jurisdictionsThis is how I see itMy crew we be the cleanestPushin` Benzes and BeamersThese hoes ain`t pleased to meet usPass us Master Cards an VisasIllegal searchesWe smokin` roaches with no crutchesBitches we cope, from bein` broke and do it like a hustla aAin`t no friends we all cousinsBaby networkin`Money ain`t nothin`You got it all? You need to quit perpin`A quarter million wouldn`t satisfy meI be a Master like PAnd I act like LuniOnly God can do meBurn a crutch with doobie, approach smoothlyOnly ladies with paper amuse me, an broke hoes choose meBut lose bein` in a pursuit of tryin to talkFor the conversation of fuck you and shit bitch it`s goin to cost(Hook) 2xVerse 3--==San Quinn==--I got 2 for 1, from Ya-yo to in-doPaper now, hoes later, the tradition in Fil-moDime-els, bricks of Ya-yo, coke dealers, crack salesNiggas that tell on Big Willies Young killas, bitches that jock, look at `em stareGot `em choosin, got hoes droolin` on a playaMy gold teeth glare, shinnin` like cheese goin "Bling"Knock Out Playa, K-O-P in the streetI fuck with big timers, ridin` sideways with young thugsDon`t manipulise, of Fil-mo hood nudgeShake hood slugs, make hood drugsNever could, never would a nigga hoe trustMoney Over BitchesTrust a bitch I never wouldHoe I`m too majorHavin` paper like Tiger WoodsFamous in the Mo Rob from the rich and slang Ya-yo to the poorFlippin`, manipulate a dumb hoeFor 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 unexpectedAnd you niggaz is wrong for payin` hoes an hoe protectin`.(Hook till end)