"Money Over Bitches" lyrics

Huh, niggas 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 going going, back back
To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop
Niggas know I'm good with the Glock, they call me "Chick Hearns"
'Cause if the game on knot, I'm calling the shots
I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The LOX
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 niggas want drama in hell

Yeah, so when Compton niggas and Fillmoe niggas get together
Shit happens mayne; real talk from ya nigga Fig'
Doing it big and don't wanna split yo' wig

I'll give you anything you ask for - money over bitches
Tell me what you blast for - fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash for - niggas tried to play me man
Anything you ask for - all about this Bay game

I'll give you anything you ask for - money over bitches
Tell me what you blast for - fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash for - niggas tried to play me man
Anything you ask for - representing Bay game

I be the boy with the most cabbage
Pluck strings like I'm Lenny Kravitz
I'm in the streets where they going savage
One, two, we dance on the rooftop
Let the Coupe ghost-ride then we come to two stops
Figure-eighting by the corner store
Niggarali from killer Cali you gotta let 'em know
Yeah, ya hit me on my Sidekick
Inventory piling up, niggas trying to buy shit
They got me digging in my files
Pro Tools, ADAT tapes and big sounds
Jumping on a plane, jumping out a taxi cab
Stacking up this fettuccine now these niggas heller 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 motherfucking day

I'll give you anything you ask for - money over bitches
Tell me what you blast for - fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash for - niggas tried to play me man
Anything you ask for - all about this Bay game

I'll give you anything you ask for - money over bitches
Tell me what you blast for - fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash for - niggas tried to play me man
Anything you ask for - representing 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 testing my pocket, only gets you none
'Cause I, got a pimp mentality
The scrubs wanna eat shrimp, and get my salary
They ain't knowing I'm tight laced in my shoestrings
Hate the way I'm flowing on the mic, 'cause I do gleam
All types of baguettes and bezels
We shine like life's [?] 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 for - money over bitches
Tell me what you blast for - fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash for - niggas tried to play me man
Anything you ask for - all about this Bay game

I'll give you anything you ask for - money over bitches
Tell me what you blast for - fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash for - niggas tried to play me man
Anything you ask for - representing Bay game