Letra M.O.B. - Concrete Boys
Money over—, money over—
Money over bitches, that's the—
Money over— (It's us)
Money over bitches, that's the motto, what I said (Yeah)
Lately, I been stepping' on they motherfuckin' heads
I'm with KARRAHBOOO and she forgot to take her meds
My new bitch ride me, like some BMX pads (Okay)
Uh, we don't fuck around with the feds
Lookin' around, some niggas been holdin' me down since the start, yeah
Givin' the blick to partners, sleepin' up out of the Rick
Beatin' 'em off, I'll never switch on my side-bitch
Ho' just said so I could left me on a high pitch
Then ran through twenty-five million and I'mma die rich
I got caught up in dirt, I had to switch my line quick
I hade a shy bitch, fuck me like you high, bitch
Fuck me like you feel bad, my niggas died, bitch
Fuck me like you feel bad, my niggas locked down
Gotta know, I'm tryna fuck you if you we eatin' out
She tied me up while sittin' down, I'm bustin' all on her gown
Dope boy like Jeezy, hand on that cup, movin' 'round like a
Ouija
I got two million put up, just like Peezy
Add another six, I'mma spend it, 'cause it's easy
New Maybach, inside look like Dreezy
Pretty lil' bitch, I put her picture on her Wheatie's
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Oh my God, what happened to you, my baby?
Life ain't work out for that boy, join the Navy
All of my bitches are unstable
She want a chain, then she gotta fuck my label
He bein' nosy, we gon' rearrange his nasal
Them boys be hatin' on each other, Cain and Abel
I pull out a twenty-ounce with some maple
I put C's in her top like a—
Blurry vision, almost hope that Jesus grab the wheel
With my shiesty at my chest, like a young O'Neill
Bigger eater, all the tickets for you at the wheel
I will call any nigga out, I never film
Almost fucked up the motor, I can not drive stick
But second' to a snitch, a nigga who switched cliques
I'm quick to flood my wrist, I'm quick to switch my bitch
I'm quick to catch my nut, I'm quick to make a bitch pissy
All the shit they got against me, ain't really do them no good
I pop the Rolls in the hood, I put the bitch up on the Curb
I cut a bitch head and treat her like Durk, I'm pissin' these rap nigga nerves
I'm runnin' around, steppin' in my all white fazos, like I'm Herb
I blame to come at fifty, I damn near spent it on my bitch
One-point-one, I spent on my teeth, that's college shit, legit
Money over—, money over—
Money over—, money over—
Money over bitches, that's the motto, what I said (Yeah)
Lately, I been steppin' on they motherfuckin' heads
Money over bitches, that's the—
Money over— (It's us)
Money over bitches, that's the motto, what I said (Yeah)
Lately, I been stepping' on they motherfuckin' heads
I'm with KARRAHBOOO and she forgot to take her meds
My new bitch ride me, like some BMX pads (Okay)
Uh, we don't fuck around with the feds
Lookin' around, some niggas been holdin' me down since the start, yeah
Givin' the blick to partners, sleepin' up out of the Rick
Beatin' 'em off, I'll never switch on my side-bitch
Ho' just said so I could left me on a high pitch
Then ran through twenty-five million and I'mma die rich
I got caught up in dirt, I had to switch my line quick
I hade a shy bitch, fuck me like you high, bitch
Fuck me like you feel bad, my niggas died, bitch
Fuck me like you feel bad, my niggas locked down
Gotta know, I'm tryna fuck you if you we eatin' out
She tied me up while sittin' down, I'm bustin' all on her gown
Dope boy like Jeezy, hand on that cup, movin' 'round like a
Ouija
I got two million put up, just like Peezy
Add another six, I'mma spend it, 'cause it's easy
New Maybach, inside look like Dreezy
Pretty lil' bitch, I put her picture on her Wheatie's
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Oh my God, what happened to you, my baby?
Life ain't work out for that boy, join the Navy
All of my bitches are unstable
She want a chain, then she gotta fuck my label
He bein' nosy, we gon' rearrange his nasal
Them boys be hatin' on each other, Cain and Abel
I pull out a twenty-ounce with some maple
I put C's in her top like a—
Blurry vision, almost hope that Jesus grab the wheel
With my shiesty at my chest, like a young O'Neill
Bigger eater, all the tickets for you at the wheel
I will call any nigga out, I never film
Almost fucked up the motor, I can not drive stick
But second' to a snitch, a nigga who switched cliques
I'm quick to flood my wrist, I'm quick to switch my bitch
I'm quick to catch my nut, I'm quick to make a bitch pissy
All the shit they got against me, ain't really do them no good
I pop the Rolls in the hood, I put the bitch up on the Curb
I cut a bitch head and treat her like Durk, I'm pissin' these rap nigga nerves
I'm runnin' around, steppin' in my all white fazos, like I'm Herb
I blame to come at fifty, I damn near spent it on my bitch
One-point-one, I spent on my teeth, that's college shit, legit
Money over—, money over—
Money over—, money over—
Money over bitches, that's the motto, what I said (Yeah)
Lately, I been steppin' on they motherfuckin' heads
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