M.O.E. (Money Over Everything)
Dre Da Playa
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Yeah Money over everything I’d rather be lonely Niggas want the fruit that I reap But ain’t my homies She a boomerang Coming back after the she wrong me People quick to hate Talking like they really know me One time, baby that is all I need yeah I don’t mind Just no fucking with my cheese yeah Let bygones be bygones Bitch I’m headed back to Pluto I’m an astronaut The way I’m floating on the cool though She be talking that hype like she don’t fool with me I be seeing through her Let go of the foolery Shawty ex outdated like dada Always keep it trill and that’s on Allah Flip it voila, work is gone, stacking my gwala My boy Apollo hit you with that stick piñata These niggas talk a lot but they doing nada Why you tricking for these devils wearing Prada Baby come ride with me You ain’t gotta lie to me Shawty, her ass on fleek In the cut and I’m geeked 10 bows in the backseat Niggas singing like parakeet F*ck around and get leaked Yeah, you fake by the way you speak Money over everything I’d rather be lonely Niggas want the fruit that I reap But ain’t my homies She a boomerang Coming back after the she wrong me People quick to hate Talking like they really know me One time, baby that is all I need yeah I don’t mind Just no fucking with my cheese yeah Let bygones be bygones Bitch I’m headed back to Pluto I’m an astronaut The way I’m floating on the cool though If you ain’t authentic, you won’t stand me Quick to serve your bitch, Gordon Ramsey I can tell that you don’t want any ruckus These niggas will f*ck us I run with the pack like my name is dick Butkus You coming up short like Duval You boys kinda friendly, Rupaul Dripping like ice in the heat Loving my money I’m wetting my beak I don’t retreat Niggas gon suffer defeat You ain’t boss hoggin cuz I’m no meek Moving the gas for the el low Did me some things but I do not gloat I know some gettas who unload the boat Playa gon win and that’s all she wrote She wanna roll with me She gonna roll for me Let her bag it up and move it locally Playa self made I’m not made with them I see you Nigga’s plotting, Invader Zim Hustle smart My whim to the brim Jumping in her water Yeah I love to swim Counting up my favorite pastime I don’t know about you but im getting mine Money over everything I’d rather be lonely Niggas want the fruit that I reap But ain’t my homies She a boomerang Coming back after the she wrong me People quick to hate Talking like they really know me One time, baby that is all I need yeah I don’t mind Just no fucking with my cheese yeah Let bygones be bygones Bitch I’m headed back to Pluto I’m an astronaut The way I’m floating on the cool though Yeah Yeah Yeah Money over everything... Money over everything...
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