Letra de Money Over Hoes - Key Glock

(Feat. [])

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Let the band play)

They be like (What?) woah

That young nigga right there cold (Yeah)

Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls

Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls

Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro

I ain't got no friends, just foes

Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code

Nigga, I put money over hoes

They be like (What?) woah

That young nigga right there cold (Yeah)

Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls

Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (Yeah)

Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro

I ain't got no friends, just foes

Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code

Nigga, I put money over hoes (Yeah, over these bitches, uh)

No, these hoes can't get my dough (Can't get my riches)

No, these bitches can't get my dough

I'm sippin' on lean by the four

Get a bag, do a show, then I roll

Yeah, I'm ballin', bitch, you know the score (Yeah)

If you're talkin' 'bout money, let's go (Let's get it, yeah, let's go)

Lil' nigga, he hot as a stove

Mr. Glock got your bitch on the road

Mr. Glock got your bitch on the go

I see white teeth with diamonds and gold

I see niggas hate me on the low

Fuck that talkin', go ahead, drop the low

Fuck that talkin', my nigga, let's go

(They be like— what?) Woah

That young nigga right there cold (Glizock)

Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls

Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (Yeah)

Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro (Bitch)

I ain't got no friends, just foes

Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (Bitch)

Nigga, I put money over hoes

(They be like— what?) Woah

That young nigga right there cold (Yeah)

Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls

Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (Yeah)

Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro

I ain't got no friends, just foes

Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code

Nigga, I put money over hoes (Fuck these bitches)

No, these hoes can't get my dough

No, I'll never sell my soul

Sell a ho before I sell my soul

Sippin' on Tris, I ain't catchin' no cold

Middle school, Polo to the floor like Dro

High school, gettin' head, yeah, Amber Cole

Bitch, my heart and my watch froze (Yeah, yeah)

(What?) Woah

That young nigga right there cold (Glizock)

Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls

Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (Yeah)

Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro

I ain't got no friends, just foes (Bitch)

Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (What?)

Nigga, I put money over hoes

(They be like— what?) Woah

That young nigga right there cold

Uh, ridin' in a droptop Rolls

Yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls

Yeah, shoutout to my gang, that's bro

I ain't got no friends, just foes

Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code

Nigga, I put money over hoes (Can't fuck with these bitches, uh)

Yeah

Yeah

G-Lock

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