Money Over Hoes Lyrics – Key Glock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Let the band play)
They be like (What?) woah
That young *** 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
***, I put money over hoes
They be like (What?) woah
That young *** 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
***, I put money over hoes (Yeah, over these ***, uh)
No, these hoes can’t get my dough (Can’t get my riches)
No, these *** 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’, ***, you know the score (Yeah)
If you’re talkin’ ’bout money, let’s go (Let’s get it, yeah, let’s go)
Lil’ ***, he hot as a stove
Mr. Glock got your *** on the road
Mr. Glock got your *** on the go
I see white teeth with diamonds and gold
I see niggas hate me on the low
*** that talkin’, go ahead, drop the low
*** that talkin’, my ***, let’s go
(They be like— what?) Woah
That young *** 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
Yeah, and you know I’m stickin’ to the code (***)
***, I put money over hoes
(They be like— what?) Woah
That young *** 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
***, I put money over hoes (*** these ***)
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
*** school, gettin’ head, yeah, Amber Cole
***, my heart and my watch froze (Yeah, yeah)
(What?) Woah
That young *** 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 (***)
Yeah, and you know I’m stickin’ to the code (What?)
***, I put money over hoes
(They be like— what?) Woah
That young *** 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
***, I put money over hoes (Can’t *** with these ***, uh)
Yeah
Yeah
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