| They say money can buy friendship |
| I get high and just listen to Jimi Hendrix |
| I kill you and your henchmen |
| Shot from your head to your fuckin' appendix |
| I know it’s money over friendship |
| Brothers over money or everything is senseless |
| I do it for my niggas sentence |
| Left me speechless, couldn’t say a sentence |
| Niggas relentless 'cause they rent-less |
| Still gonna move that weight, like the bench press |
| Catch me in N-O quarters, yeah, the French shit |
| That’s where the hotel’s at, I’m in the ward though |
| Catch me in the New York streets, I’m like the lord though |
| Not Christ like |
| Nigga trife like |
| I get’chu merc’d on the right night |
| Where your money at, what the dice like? |
| Don’t you know? |
| It’s money over bitches every time |
| I’ma get it, I’ma fill it |
| I’m gonna go, go, go! |
| Ay, I’m smokin' and I’m chokin' on that bomb ass shit |
| And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow! |
| If you ain’t 'bout the money you better get it |
| On your marks, get set, better go, go, go! |
| And, yo, it’s money over bitches every time |
| And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough |
| Rolled up |
| Hopped out |
| Had something rolled up that I brung from my house |
| Where the best shit at? That reserve stock |
| Not for everybody, don’t even pass it 'round |
| My eyes low, motherfucker, I know |
| Go stand somewhere over there, hoe! |
| All of that talkin', bitch I’m sparkin' |
| This OG have a nigga higher than a hawk in here |
| VIP couch, no, I don’t wanna walk no where |
| Smoke signals, anywhere I went to |
| Real nigga smoke a whole pound in your venue |
| 5-star restaurant, wreck the whole menu |
| New shit that my mans just sent through |
| Tranquilizer dank like the sandman hit you |
| Unravelin' your whole mental |
| Spitta make it right like a pencil |
| Don’t you know? |
| It’s money over bitches every time |
| I’ma get it, I’ma fill it |
| I’m gonna go, go, go! |
| Ay, I’m smokin' and I’m chokin' on that bomb ass shit |
| And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow! |
| If you ain’t 'bout the money you better get it |
| On your marks, get set, better go, go, go! |
| And, yo, it’s money over bitches every time |
| And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough |
| To the finish line |
| Gettin' this money, nigga, it’s like a marathon |
| Money you protect, nigga, it’s where you get buried on |
| Every day it go down |
| Nigga, the chopper like a mother fuckin' merry-go-round |
| Spin you backwards, screamin' |
| The gat’ll flip you around |
| Stiff your ass on a mattress |
| Beats when I attack this |
| Comin' with the spirit that a ghost say |
| Who them niggas that they lovin' they hatin' they lovin' most |
| Notorious, explain the history of this |
| Money makin' is ours for the takin' |
| Bullseye, no mistaken |
| Audi like five G’s, I’ll Flava Flav you |
| is a fucked up behavior |
| Savior |
| Comin' to redeem, shatter your dreams |
| With a scene of miss reality, scoop you out with the beam |
| I’ll lay you flat out |
| They says that’s what them crazy niggas is all about, no doubt |
| Don’t you know? |
| It’s money over bitches every time |
| I’ma get it, I’ma fill it |
| I’m gonna go, go, go! |
| Ay, I’m smokin' and I’m chokin' on that bomb ass shit |
| And you know we gonna blow, blow, blow! |
| If you ain’t 'bout the money you better get it |
| On your marks, get set, better go, go, go! |
| And, yo, it’s money over bitches every time |
| And we gon' get it and you know we gettin' dough, dough, dough |