Money Over Bitches

[Verse 1-San Quinn] I'm sky balling, a young California pimp Lounging in a stretch Bently sitting low on the tents Iced down, draped and dipped hitting bomb weed Serving on stega shrimp, sipping Dom P Lavishly coordinated, savagely corporated On casino, Mr. Gambino's Mobb affiliated The world is mine, that's what I read on a blimp Playing cops I'm a robber with blue prints to the mint Didn't leave no evidence, went back to my residence Snatched the Benjamins and all the other dead presidents My hoochies like to toss me the coochie Floss me in Gucci But groupies would never cost me no loochie What I look like? Givin' a ho all my doe, like she wrote all my flows Bitch I'm all pro You be the same ho, on the stroll making me more dinero So tip-toe through the rain, sleet and snow [Hook] I gotta get my Money Over Bitches They want the money, I want my riches [Verse 2-Messy Marv] Quinnton mania, hoes I'm taming ya Never praising ya, never paying ya Nothing more than attention, having paper is an addiction You're not bringin additions, then subtract yourself from my jurisdictions This is how I see it, my crew we be the cleanest Pushing Benzes and Beamers These hoes ain't pleased to meet us Pass us Master Cards an Visas, illegal searches We smoking roaches with no crutches Bitches we cope, from bein' broke and do it like a hustla a Ain't no friends we all cousins Baby networkin' Money ain't nothin' You got it all? You need to quit perpin' A quarter million wouldn't satisfy me I be a Master like P And I act like Luni, only God can do me Burn a crutch with doobie, approach smoothly Only ladies with paper amuse me, an broke hoes choose me But lose being in a pursuit of tryin to talk For the conversation of fuck you and shit bitch it's going to cost [Hook] [Verse 3-San Quinn] I got 2 for 1, from Yayo to indo Paper now, hoes later, the tradition in Filmo' Dime-els, bricks of Yayo, coke dealers, crack sales Niggas that tell on Big Willies Young killas, bitches that jock, look at 'em stare Got 'em choosing, got hoes drooling on a player My gold teeth glare, shinning like cheese going "Bling" Knock Out Playa, K-O-P in the street I fuck with big timers, ridin' sideways with young thugs Don't manipulise, of Filmore hood nudge Shake hood slugs, make hood drugs Never could, never would a nigga ho trust Money Over Bitches Trust a bitch I never would Ho I'm too major, having paper like Tiger Woods Famous in the Mo' Rob from the rich and slang Yayo to the poor Flipping, manipulate a dumb ho for way mo' I tell 'em BIA-TCH!! I love balling, how could I be tired of being rich? Been off the hook so long, got disconnected unexpected And you niggas is wrong for paying hoes an ho protecting [Hook]