[Intro: Dave East]
Would you die for that money? (For that money, for that money)
Ask yourself (Ask yourself, ask yourself)
All I ever wanted was this money (Was this money)
Would you kill for it?
Cake
Ask yourself (Ask yourself)
All I wanted was this money
That's all I wanted
Harlem
East Side
All I wanted was this money
Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Money over everything, got married to that paper, fuck a weddin' ring
My pistol was filthy, kept it really clean
Tube socks with coke in 'em (Coke)
Me, Mack, Shooter, Scrap, Loc and 'em
Had 3 Ks on me, no need for ropin' 'em (Ks)
Steady while this burner clap, cripsy blue hundreds
Came this far, it ain't no turnin' back (Nah)
Talkin' 'bout this family got me laughin', feelin' like Bernie Mac
My cousins was servin' crack like way before I heard of rap
Let's go to war, my turban wrapped
Come meet the don
Half-Spanish papi, first-class, Chanel sneakers on
Ammo in my camo like it's Vietnam
Trench coat, Maison Margiela, I played the bench broke
Like, how the fuck I'm 'sposed to give hope knowin' we whip coke?
Chain frosted like vanilla icin' on me
I'm out in Connecticut with metal shit, I probably got your wifey on me
Call my n***a frank, let's hit the bank, just left the gamblin' spot
Harlem where the cameras watch
Was trappin' out the same shop
[Chorus: Franc Grams]
It's money over everything, money over all
I don't answer any questions, just the money when it call
If it ain't about the money, then fuck it and fuck 'em all
'Cause they probably won't be here when it's gone
It's money over it all
Friends, n***as, bitches
It's money over it all
Parties, weed, liquor
It's money over it all
It's money over it all
I'm workin' every minute, never take a day off
That's on everything, put the money over it all

[Verse 2: Franc Grams]
There's comes a time in every man's life when you will decide
Who you are and are you true to that God?
And when you choosin' that side, be sure to weigh out
Or you abusin' the odds
What'chu stand for, are you gon' ride? (Tell me that)
Stay true and provide for the family, n***a, it's what I do with my time
To the young in my hometown, man, I'm truly a guide
Show 'em how to move right, yeah, I drew up that guide
Before the money, I be tryin' to dodge community ties
I give my soul when I'm spewin' these lines
Scared of the questions, they might ask 'bout what I do
When intune with my rhymes like, "Are you really sellin' drugs?
Are you consumin' that crime?
And is this image that you show us just illusions and lies?
The challenge is I'm still a hood n***a tryin' to balance it
Influence a generation from this public housin' shit
I made it worth the wait that I chose
Fuck it, that's how I live
Can only hope they find a route better while I count this shit
It's not logical for me to feel responsible
Provide both the pros and the cons, everything's possible
College? I couldn't do it, my n***a, I had a lot to do
But a lot for times as hard as it got for Momma Dukes
I was dream chasin', the fun in that, not a job could do
Ambition had me driven for gettin' up to the top and soon
Plus, when times it was cold, stylin' our holds, lights for shows, I don't know
Just doin' what I gotta do
[Chorus: Franc Grams]
It's money over everything, money over all
I don't answer any questions, just the money when it call
If it ain't about the money, then fuck it and fuck 'em all
'Cause they probably won't be here when it's gone
It's money over it all
Friends, n***as, bitches
It's money over it all
Parties, weed, liquor
It's money over it all
I'm workin' every minute, never take a day off
That's on everything, put the money over it all

[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
I'm just chillin', I'm just ballin'
I'm just fuckin' these hoes once then I'm not callin'
I'm just focused, I'm just stackin'
I'm just livin', God, what's happenin'?
Stop trippin', paint my vision
We gon' get it, we gon' flip it
We gon' keep it, we not sleepin'
Ball all season, work on weekends
Peep my genius, reach my zenith
And cop more pieces and that's on Jesus
I'm not rappin', I'm just quotin'
I'm not actin', you might notice I got passion
I got focus, I'm gon' boast with it
Smile, locs and we not social, we not backwards
We got cash then we got closer
Kick that door in, we ain't chokin'
We got ash, we need lotion
We got shows, we need posters
We got phones, we need soldiers for the vultures
[Chorus: Franc Grams]
It's money over everything, money over all
I don't answer any questions, just the money when it call
If it ain't about the money, then fuck it and fuck 'em all
'Cause they probably won't be here when it's gone
It's money over it all
Friends, n***as, bitches
It's money over it all
Parties, weed, liquor
It's money over it all
I'm workin' every minute, never take a day off
That's on everything, put the money over it all