ฟังเพลงMoney Now (Explicit)

Money Now - Messy Marv/San Quinn

I'm sky ballin' a young California pimp

Loungin' in a stretch Bently sitting low on the tents

Iced down draped an dipped hitting bomb w**d (bomb w**d)

Servin' on stega shrimp sippin' Dom P (Dom P)

Lavishly cordinated

Savagely corporated

On casino Mr Gambino's Mobb affiliated

The world is mine that's what I read on a blimp

Playing cops I'm a robber with blue prints to the mint

Didn't leave no evidence went back to my residence

Snatch the Benjamin's an all the other dead presidents

My hoochies like to toss me the coochie

Floss me in Gucci

But groupies would never cost me no Loochie

What I look like

Givin' a hoe all my doe like she wrote all my flows

B**ch I'm all-pro

You be the same hoe on the stroll makin' me mo dinero

So tip-toe through the rain sleet an snow

I gotta get my Money Over B**ches

They want the money I want my riches

I gotta get my Money Over B**ches

They want the money I want my riches

Quinnton mania hoes I'm tamin' ya

Never praising ya never paying ya

Nothin' mo than attention

Havin' paper is an addiction

Your not bringin additions

Then subtract yo self from my jurisdictions

This is how I see it

My crew we be the cleanest

Pushin' Benzes and Beamers

These hoes ain't pleased to meet us

Pass us Master Cards an Visas

Illegal searches

We smokin' roaches with no crutches

B**ches we cope from bein' broke

And do it like a hustla a

Ain't no friends we all cousins

Baby networkin'

Money ain't nothin'

You got it all

You need to quit perpin'

A quarter million wouldn't satisfy me

I be a Master like P

And I act like Luni

Only God can do me

Burn a crutch with doobie approach smoothly

Only ladies with paper amuse me

An broke hoes choose me

But lose bein' in a pursuit of trying to talk

For the conversation of f**k you

And sh*t b**ch it's going to cost

I gotta get my Money Over B**ches

They want the money I want my riches

I gotta get my Money Over B**ches

They want the money I want my riches

I got 2 for 1 from Ya-yo to in-do

Paper now hoes later the tradition in Fil-mo

Dime-els bricks of Ya-yo coke dealers crack sales

Niggaz that tell on Big Willies

Young killas b**ches that jock look at 'em stare

Got 'em choosing got hoes droolin' on a play

My gold teeth glare shinnin' like cheese going "Bling"

Knock Out Playa K-O-P in the street

I f**k with big timers ridin' sideways with young thugs

Don't manipulise of Fil-mo hood nudge

Shake hood slugs make hood drugs

Never could never would a ni**a hoe trust

Money Over B**ches

Trust a b**ch I never would

Hoe I'm too major

Havin' paper like Tiger Woods

Famous in the Mo

Rob from the rich and slang Ya-yo to the poor

Flippin' manipulate a dumb hoe

For 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 unexpected

And you niggaz is wrong for payin' hoes an hoe protectin'

Money Over B**ches

They want the money I want my riches

I gotta get my Money Over B**ches

They want the money I want my riches

I gotta get my Money Over B**ches

They want the money I want my riches

I gotta get my Money Over B**ches

They want the money I want my riches

I gotta get my Money Over B**ches

They want the money

Money Over B**ches