Money Ova Bitches – D-shot – letras

(feat. Messy Marv, San Quinn, Bailey)[Bailey]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]I gotta get my Money Over BitchesThey want the money, I want my riches[x2][San Quinn]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 x2][Messy Marv]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 salesNiggaz that tell on Big WilliesYoung 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 MoRob 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]