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Key Glock

Money Over Hoes

 

Money Over Hoes

(album: Glockoma 2 - 2023)


Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Let the band play)

They be like (What?) woah
That young nigga right there cold (Yeah)
Uh, riding in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, I'm riding 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 sticking to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes
They be like (What?) woah
That young nigga right there cold (Yeah)
Uh, riding in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, I'm riding 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 sticking 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 sipping on lean by the four
Get a bag, do a show, then I roll
Yeah, I'm balling, bitch, you know the score (Yeah)
If you're talking '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 talking, go ahead, drop the low
Fuck that talking, my nigga, let's go

(They be like what?) Woah
That young nigga right there cold (Glizock)
Uh, riding in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, I'm riding 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 sticking to the code (Bitch)
Nigga, I put money over hoes
(They be like what?) Woah
That young nigga right there cold (Yeah)
Uh, riding in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, I'm riding 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 sticking 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
Sipping on Tris, I ain't catching no cold
Middle school, Polo to the floor like Dro
High school, getting head, yeah, Amber Cole
Bitch, my heart and my watch froze (Yeah, yeah)

(What?) Woah
That young nigga right there cold (Glizock)
Uh, riding in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, I'm riding 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 sticking to the code (What?)
Nigga, I put money over hoes
(They be like what?) Woah
That young nigga right there cold
Uh, riding in a droptop Rolls
Yeah, I'm riding 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 sticking to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (Can't fuck with these bitches, uh)

Yeah
Yeah
G-Lock

done

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