Money Over Love - Berri-Tiga

I can't let these niggas get over I can't let these bitches get over My heart gettin' colder and colder 60k on me like a rollie Bitches with me look like Bernie bernie [?} she ride her virgin Niggas nerds like peewee herman I'm in the wraith and I'm burnin' Depreciating all the value Bitch blunt turn up the volume She suck a nigga like a vaccum She tryna bust it wide open I'm standing quiet silence golden Swimmin' In money back strokin' Went to the money buy some groceries Got a play at the store ain't buy no groceries I'm just tryin' to stay focused Most niggas out here bogus The people that hate the most are the closest She bad and real so she a trophy I'm in the [?] I gave them rollies to my brodies Fuck all that talkin, gotta show me I'm rocking Christian like I'm holy I can't believe I lost my homie These niggas broke as fuck like Jodie 100k on the table holy moly Push up on that these niggas [?] chokin' I don't know what the fuck these niggas smokin' I don't know what the fuck these bitches hopin' Ain't got no time for relationships I'm growin' I can't let these niggas get over I can't let these bitches get over My heart gettin' colder and colder 60k on me like a rollie This bitch wit me look like bernie bernie [?} she ride her virgin These niggas nerds like peewee herman I'm in the wraith and I'm burnin' Depreciating all the value Bitch blunt turn up the volume She suck a nigga like a vaccum She tryna bust it wide open I'm standing quiet silence golden Swimmin' In money breast strokin' Went to the money buy some groceries I can't let these niggas get over I can't let these bitches get over I can't let these niggas get over I can't let these bitches get over

It's one of the crazier stories we've heard of, guys (I know) As it's unfolding it's like Fuck Tory Lanez, okay? Now, I'm from Houston, and he's from, bro And to think that the whole night unfolded on social media You are the alleged shooter of Megan Thee Stallion Instagram, in the pool with Kylie Jenner Was she backtracking with what she said originally? You know, maybe that's why we don't have a report Donkey of the day Some bitches tryna take up for Tory and, "It's more to the story," bitch, It ain't-there ain't nothing to the story Tory Lanez got a lot of bad press Serious, he's gon' get deported Donkey of the day for Friday August 21st goes to Daystar Peterson So they got pulled over and she had been shot already, great Well, hold up— Donkey of the Day What I'm looking like, he looking at the police and then shot her? Niggas like that, you a sucker He's the king sucker, he's the biggest sucker in the industry (Facts) Kaash is looking for you, dawg Because the police came out saying, "We didn't even know she was shot" Guess who I believe? Megan The best thing for Tory Lanez is for real, he needs to just begone I'm done with this You gotta know the truth Ayy, they rather see me in the cell Like how he posted out with thirty thousand dollar bail? I'm the GOAT, y'all niggas know I made that dope float on the scale I had them hoes goin' crazy, fiends crackin', goin' pale They know I'm real, I got that flow, it's on sale if you need a rush Coke blowin' out my fiend's nose like the speaker bus Ho caught me D'd up, talk down, we T'ing up Megan people tryna frame me for a shootin' But them boys ain't clean enough I see how they teamin' up, watchin' and I'm calculatin' Gotta keep it quiet, I can't jeopardize the outcome waitin' Seein' certain niggas hatin', like, how this nigga hatin'? I done gave these people so much features, made these niggas famous They was on the blog sayin' I'm canceled from this entertainment I was on that Spotify like thirty million Monthly listeners, I'm fuckin' goin' crazy And my fans support me brazy Everythin' I do is for you, I promise I'll be on it daily I got nothin' but love to spread, but niggas hate me Hurt my heart to see them Twitter Fingers come from Kehlani's and Kaash Paige's But I flipped the switch, I'm grippin' money at that fast pace And don't ask me for shit when it get real, that's my last favor Can't cry now 'cause I'ma laugh later Girl, you had the nerve to write that statement on that affidavit Knowin' I ain't do it but I'm comin' at my truest Tryna keep this shit two hunnid with you, shorty, I can prove it But them people in yo ear, they the true ones that I fear They really got you thinkin' Tory Lanez would do you in, for real Don't forget you was my bitch, I held it down and kept it real I would never paint no fake picture of you just for some mills And I thought that you was solid too, but look at how you doin' me Look at how you doin' me, people tryna ruin me And what's even worse is I'm still thinkin' about you and me How you goin' live my birthday with all Your jewelry to try to make some fool of me? But I love you hard so I'm gon' cool it, B 'Cause I was coolin' right with Cuban, B, that was a stupid me Somehow I'm still down to renegotiate the unity My heart in some foolery, this shit is just confusin' me I'm goin' through these phases, but I gotta stack that paper And the real estate niggas hatin', took me off that application But when they took that from me, they really took that from my baby What the fuck I'm finna say to his old lady? What the fuck y'all mean, my son don't need a house? My baby momma don't need safety? And even though I got the payment, the real estate niggas still hatin' 'Cause he watchin' me all on the News, but I ain't charged with no cases Say the owner say my case is lookin' Crazy, how the fuck that even make sense? New times turn to past tense All I want is straight cash, niggas say I lack sense Star player, hearin' lies comin' from the back bench Kill or be killed, that's the reason I don't have friends Niggas lyin' on the crodie, niggas sayin' I'm deported Oh, now I'm 5'3"? Niggas sayin' I'm a shorty But lil' bitch I'm 5'7", money on me side-steppin' And if I stand on my wallet, you can see my thighs in Heaven One Umbrella gang and when we come back, don't you try reppin' 'Fore I let these niggas breathe, I gotta teach a couple lessons Gotta see a couple questions: How the fuck you get shot in your Foot, don't hit no bones or tendons? How the fuck your team is tryna to paint me as some whole menace? I just lost like ten million dollars because this cold business But I got like ten million followers that's gon' roll with me Fans that support me 'cause they know my heart So I don't give a damn if shorty know Jigga I was taught to beat the block Eeny, meeny, miney in these streets, and so my Nina cocked Niggas, y'all can play me, y'all can frame me, but I'ma reach the top I would never put you in no danger And if I did, you would've said it when you seen the cops Ayy, Lamborghini bands and they comin' out the floor Fff, hit the fan when I'm pullin' out the dough-oh I would never fall out with niggas over hoes, ayy Money over fall outs, my nigga, that's the code-oh Santorini bands when I pull up to the coast Better have my bands when I pull up to the door-oh Niggas can't believe I done pulled up in a Ghost And I don't ever wanna fuck with y'all no more, G I got bad bitches tryna have a orgy Keep umbrellas for the days it get stormy I pour the Henny for my niggas, that's before me My outfit fly, you gotta seat out by the floor seats She tatted me all on her face 'cause she adore me They talkin' petty 'bout me but they lookin' corny I had to fight for mine, nigga, you were sworn in And God bless me when I wake up every morning

Fuck bitches (eh), ah Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money (Fuck bitches, get money) money over bitch-, money over bitches Ahora tengo novia (¿qué dices, tío, qué dices?) Así que no te acerques, zorra Mi colega está soltero y fijo que le molas Pero él no es famosillo, así que "que le jodan", ¿no? (Fuck yeah) Puto Skinny, entra y cambia la emisora (sí) Porque está pensando en casa a todas horas Contar los billetes y jugar a la consola Estoy ganando más que mi antigua profesora Esa que decía que yo no sería na (na) Le pasaré la factura a ver qué tal (hola) A mí las mates se me dan bastante mal Pero se me da de lujo el sumar y el multiplicar Así que me puse un precio y me puse unas metas (¿cómo?) Corro de la poli que parezco un atleta No hablo de política, hablo de sus tetas Y de cómo son las caras de los nuevos secretas Y suena el teléfono, llegan las ofertas Ahora al flaquito le salen las cuentas Ahora al flaquito ya no le haces las cuentas Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na Haciendo el rapero, sabes, pillo el dinero (ajá) Lo cojo y lo guardo en el fondo'el agujero No me lo gasto, ma, quiero salir del ghetto (fuera) Esa mierda está muy lejos, pero ya la huelo Fuck bitches, get money (fuck) Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money (get money) (Fuck bitches, get money) money over bitch-, money over bitches Tranquilito en la zona centro (ajá) Salgo a la calle con el culo descubierto No puedes pasarme ni con 20 intentos No puedes matarme, nena, ya estoy muerto (is dead) Hasta la polla de ti y de tus cuentos Hasta la polla de los tantos por ciento (fuck) Tengo mala imagen, pero, nena, la defiendo (ajá) No soy el bombero que te salva del incendio Yo soy el flaquito tatuao sin abdominales Pero tengo un corazón gigante, ¿eso te vale? Acércate al parque, díle a los chavales (corre) Que dejen de creerse gangsters, que besen a su madre Mi estilo es simple, como ligarse a tu chavala Tú eres un flipper, por eso nunca está en tu cama Salgo sin ticket, a mí me patrocina Zara Armancio, tu ropa me queda que te cagas Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money (get money; ah-ah-ah) Fuck bitches, get money (ajá) (Fuck bitches, get money) money over bitch-, money over bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money (ajá) Fuck bitches, get money (Fuck bitches, get money) money over bitch-, money over bitches

My niggaz got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fullys Brat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel Rats get their tails snapped and trapped The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria Dreams of fallin' in the elevator, passin' floors Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards gettin' sprayed up Sabotagin' my makeup, my watches get laced up Even if they indicted Jacob Forensics, Paramedics carry cowards off Defibrillators shock to your chest, try to cough They die and hit Hell from an iron I'm flyin', wire or cell, I'm paid from this shit Got bitches high as hell, and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist They get sent to your hotel, a maid and a shit Put a barrel in a capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out You a kid, you don't live what you rap about King poetic, too many haters to count Too much paper to count, QB bitch Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (my own strength nigga) Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn (that's what I'm scared of) Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet Thinkin' 'bout which nigga to target You kill a nigga today, he lives forever So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no Martyrs Black Tec on the table, Mag .44 Black negligee on my bitch, she's at the door Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar You niggaz fish-made, y'all niggaz is fifth grade, niggaz It's fifty ways to dissect the General If I give ya the top five, you will not survive Rule 1, cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue Rule 2, thought ya knew don't fuck with God's Son Rule 3, see, matter fact, I just wait If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive Each one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive Like y'all ain't in agreement wit Nas Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (my own strength nigga) Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn (that's what I'm scared of) Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength From crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses laced in riches Cake ridiculous from nickel and dimin' to trickin' them diamonds Vegas, places in Switzerland From non-blastin' to auto, I don't have to blast mine They blast mine, black nine, you flatline, my cash climb, buy rare art Antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases Five-star restaurant eaters Don't forget who your peeps is 'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you Only if they grind with you or slang for ya Seen niggaz live, laugh, party and die in that very same corner Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl Once even gave me a phobia that I be in a spot trapped Like Madame Zenobia's with this kid eyein' my Rolly, y'all Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (my own strength nigga) Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn (that's what I'm scared of) Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength There it is QB bitch, yeah QB bitch, yeah, yeah QB bitch

Its money over everything I put that on everything She held it down when I was down That's why I still fuck with you I was in love with you You was my ride or die bitch Baby wassup with you I could've been doing my thing from the jump But I gave you my everything and that didn't mean anything Now I want better things Fuck it it's money over everything I put that on everything I put that on everything Put that on everything I put that on everything Its money over everything I put that on everything I put that on everything nigga Give a fuck about no shawty Its just me and all my homies Why the fuck would I be worried I spend 30 on my rollie Nigga thats Curry on my rollie Keep a backwood for my dodie She keep acting like she know me Run it all spend it all burberry Baby Im A boogie with a bape hoodie It ain't shit I let a nigga take from me Ima take it to the fucking grave with me They want to treat me like a slave nigga But im going up why they hate nigga Can't see me through these Louis shades nigga I just want to get away First I got to put a hundred in the safe nigga I ain't tryin' to be no fucking broke boy Selling dimes for a dope boy I just want to be up on the rode doing shows all the bitches yelling oh boy Girl fuck you and that ole boy Can't believe you left me for a broke boy Fuck it im done with this shit Ima marry the money I need me a Rolls-Royce She held it down when i was down That's why I still fuck with you I was in love with you You was my ride or die bitch Baby wassup with you I could've been doing my thing from the jump But i gave you my everything and that didn't Mean anything now i want better things Fuck it it's money over everything I put that on everything I put that on everything Put that on everything I put that on everything Its money over everything I put that on everything I put that on everything nigga Before I tried to fuck you I wish I knew that I would love you I would've never told you come through You shot me down so now it's fuck you You took a 38 special well ima show you what this tag do You pulled the trigger cause I let you When I shoot back I won't miss That's my word im through I get money im cool I run it up times two and I break bread with my crew I spent 2 on my loubs I can't lose my cool Laces hang off my shoe that's how I rock my Loubs And if you rock with me rock with me I could be honestly popping these bitches in line for me Im rocking balmain jeans They more than 14 a piece If you see what seen you might turn M.O.E She held it down when I was down That's why I still fuck with you I was in love with you You was my ride or die bitch Baby wassup with you I could've been doing my thing from the jump But I gave you my everything and that didn't Mean anything now i want better things Fuck it it's money over everything I put that on everything I put that on everything Put that on everything I put that on everything Fuck it Its money over everything I put that on everything I put that on everything nigga