Money Over Bitches Lyrics - Untold Story Volume Ii - Game

Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right 

I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes 

If the Navi outside, I might be there 

Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs 

Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare 

You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear 

And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head 

And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead 

Then I'm goin', goin', back, back 

To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop 

Niggaz know I'm good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns 

'Cause if the game on knot, I'm callin the shots 

I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The L.O.X. 

Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box 

And when I die, bury me with the glock and a bucket of shells 

In case niggaz want drama in hell 

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Yeah, so when Compton niggaz 

And Fillmoe niggaz get together 

Shit happens mayne, real talk from ya nigga Fig' 

Doin' it big and don't wanna split yo' wig 

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches 

Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches 

What you had to smash fo'? Niggaz tried to play me, man 

Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game 

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches 

Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches 

What you had to smash fo'? Niggaz tried to play me man 

Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game 

I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like I'm Lenny Kravitz 

I'm in the streets where they goin' savage 

One, two, so we dance on the rooftop 

Let the Coupe ghost ride then we come to two stops 

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Figga eight an' by the corner sto' 

Niggarali from killer Cali, you gotta let 'em know 

Yeah, ya hit me on my Sidekick 

Inventory pilin' up, niggaz tryin' to buy shit 

They got me diggin' in my files 

Pro Tools, ADAT tapes and big sounds 

Jumpin' on a plane, jumpin' out a taxi cab 

Stackin' up this fettucini now these niggaz hella mad 

Fuck that nigga, he got another album on the board? 

Damn right, another album on the board 

Fuck the bullshit, the Figgarali don't play 

I represent the whole Bay every motherfuckin' day 

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches 

Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches 

What you had to smash fo'? Niggaz tried to play me, man 

Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game 

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches 

Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches 

What you had to smash fo'? Niggaz tried to play me man 

Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game 

Count rubber band grands 

I'm out big on the under with my fam bam 

And I hover the lands 

To expand, I'm from the gutter grime and the sand 

No jams the flam's all busted 

The dames want the bucks when they see you stuffed in 

Your pockets, 'til they get them some 

But testin' my pocket, only gets you none 

'Cause I got a pimp mentality 

The scrubs wanna eat shrimp and get my salary 

They ain't knowin' I'm tight laced in my shoestrings 

Hate the way I'm flowin' on the mic 'cause I do gleam 

All types of baguettes and bezels 

We shine like life's [Incomprehensible] rebels 

2005, me and my crew just pile the pots 

Move like the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch 

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches 

Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches 

What you had to smash fo'? Niggaz tried to play me, man 

Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game 

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches 

Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches 

What you had to smash fo'? Niggaz tried to play me man 

Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game