(feat. Bailey) 



[Bailey] 

I'm sky ballin', a young California pimp 

Loungin' in a stretch Bently sittin low on the tents 

Iced down, draped an dipped hittin bomb weed (bomb weed) 

Servin' on stega shrimp, sippin' Dom P (Dom P) 

Lavishly cordinated 

Savagely corporated 

On casino, Mr. Gambino's Mobb affiliated 

The world is mine, that's what I read on a blimp 

Playin cops I'm a robber with blue prints to the mint 

Didn't leave no evidence, went back to, my residence 

Snatch the Benjamin's, an 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 hoe all my doe, like she wrote all my flows 

Bitch I'm all-pro 

You be the same hoe, on the stroll makin' me mo dinero 

So tip-toe through the rain, sleet an snow 



[Hook] 

I gotta get my Money Over Bitches 

They want the money, I want my riches 

[x2] 



[San Quinn] 

Quinnton mania, hoes I'm tamin' ya 

Never praisin ya, never payin ya 

Nothin' mo than attention 

Havin' paper is an addiction 

Your not bringin additions 

Then subtract yo self from my jurisdictions 

This is how I see it 

My crew we be the cleanest 

Pushin' Benzes and Beamers 

These hoes ain't pleased to meet us 

Pass us Master Cards an Visas 

Illegal searches 

We smokin' 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 bein' in a pursuit of tryin to talk 

For the conversation of fuck you and shit bitch it's goin to cost 



[Hook x2] 



[Messy Marv] 

I got 2 for 1, from Ya-yo to in-do 

Paper now, hoes later, the tradition in Fil-mo 

Dime-els, bricks of Ya-yo, coke dealers, crack sales 

Niggaz that tell on Big Willies 

Young killas, bitches that jock, look at 'em stare 

Got 'em choosin, got hoes droolin' on a playa 

My gold teeth glare, shinnin' like cheese goin "Bling" 

Knock Out Playa, K-O-P in the street 

I fuck with big timers, ridin' sideways with young thugs 

Don't manipulise, of Fil-mo hood nudge 

Shake hood slugs, make hood drugs 

Never could, never would a nigga hoe trust 

Money Over Bitches 

Trust a bitch I never would 

Hoe I'm too major 

Havin' paper like Tiger Woods 

Famous in the Mo 

Rob from the rich and slang Ya-yo to the poor 

Flippin', manipulate a dumb hoe 

For way mo' 

I tell 'em BIA-TCH!! 

I love ballin', how could I be tired of bein' rich? 

Been off the hook so long, got disconnected unexpected 

And you niggaz is wrong for payin' hoes an hoe protectin'. 



[Hook: till end]