TOLD YA B4
[Intro: Key Nyata]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Who you tellin' man?
You ain't tellin' me shit man
Got my n***as right here, who you gon' tell n***a?
You tellin' me nothin' much
N***a I hear talkin' all that shit get stomped the fuck out man
Yeah, fear
Ayy what's up? Thraxxhouse n***a, what's up?
[Chorus: Mackned and Key Nyata]
Money over bitches, thought I told you before (oh)
And it's money over n***as, thought I told you before (oh)
Whip gang vicious, thought I told you before (oh)
I ain't really good for shit, but for sellin' some dope (okay)
Money over bitches, thought I told you before (oh)
And it's money over n***as, thought I told you before (oh, point up)
Bitch gang vicious, thought I told you before (okay)
I ain't really good for shit, but for sellin' some dope (okay, okay, okay, pull up, point up)
{Verse 1: Key Nyata]
Money over everything, I told you before
I'd be over by the water, probably smokin' some dro' (sss)
Later in the night, I'mma pull me a four (pull up)
I be high, I be high, gotta let stress go (let go)
I finessed your hoe, got pussy and throat (okay)
And you don't even know, that your shawty a hoe
I be sippin', I be tippin', I be hidin' most (I'm gone)
Probably chillin' with some women on the far east coast (okay)
See that I'm the man, please look at me close (point up)
I and did a couple tours, talkin' coast to coast (point up)
And I fucked me some hoes, they was wetter than most (they was)
Money on my mind as I roll up my dope (roll up)
My bitch say I'm fine, and I think I'm the pope (uh-huh)
She got Molly, she got lean, but she doin' the coke (uh-huh)
Bitches didn't want me when they thought I was broke (nah)
Now I'm going balled up, so they beg for the stroke
I'm doin' what I want, who gon' tell me no? (nobody)
Stackin' money up, 'cus I need that dope (need that)
Bitch I think I'm God, but I told you before
That I'm flyer than a mothafuckin' UFO, (okay, okay, okay, bitch)
[Chorus: Mackned, Key Nyata and Wilt Gamberlin]
Money over bitches, thought I told you before (oh)
And it's money over n***as, thought I told you before (oh)
Whip gang vicious, thought I told you before (oh)
I ain't really good for shit, but for sellin' some dope (okay)
Money over bitches, thought I told you before (oh)
And it's money over n***as, thought I told you before (oh, yeah, ayy, point up)
Bitch gang vicious, thought I told you before (okay, yeah)
I ain't really good for shit, but for knockin' your hope (okay)
[Verse 2: Wilt Gamberlin]
Yeah I roll one for now, one for later (you already know man)
But who am I kidding? Shit, I'll probably smoke both (I got two)
No slackin' in my package, yeah you know that it's dope (dope!)
And I don't fuck with small breads, all my doughs big loafs (big w)
Baby on the job, said she green like a hoe (she green)
And my dick put on her face like a drink on a coaster
I ain't gotta do shit, say my name and it's over
Gang, gang, shawty, Thraxxhouse and it's over (gang)
Amped up off a G, yeah your brother on me (point up)
And I'mma do my thing 'till I turn 53 (okay)
Actually I'mma be, doin' me 'till I'm dead (yeah)
And in the afterlife, I'mma still count bread
Point up
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Who you tellin' man?
You ain't tellin' me shit man
Got my n***as right here, who you gon' tell n***a?
You tellin' me nothin' much
N***a I hear talkin' all that shit get stomped the fuck out man
Yeah, fear
Ayy what's up? Thraxxhouse n***a, what's up?
[Chorus: Mackned and Key Nyata]
Money over bitches, thought I told you before (oh)
And it's money over n***as, thought I told you before (oh)
Whip gang vicious, thought I told you before (oh)
I ain't really good for shit, but for sellin' some dope (okay)
Money over bitches, thought I told you before (oh)
And it's money over n***as, thought I told you before (oh, point up)
Bitch gang vicious, thought I told you before (okay)
I ain't really good for shit, but for sellin' some dope (okay, okay, okay, pull up, point up)
{Verse 1: Key Nyata]
Money over everything, I told you before
I'd be over by the water, probably smokin' some dro' (sss)
Later in the night, I'mma pull me a four (pull up)
I be high, I be high, gotta let stress go (let go)
I finessed your hoe, got pussy and throat (okay)
And you don't even know, that your shawty a hoe
I be sippin', I be tippin', I be hidin' most (I'm gone)
Probably chillin' with some women on the far east coast (okay)
See that I'm the man, please look at me close (point up)
I and did a couple tours, talkin' coast to coast (point up)
And I fucked me some hoes, they was wetter than most (they was)
Money on my mind as I roll up my dope (roll up)
My bitch say I'm fine, and I think I'm the pope (uh-huh)
She got Molly, she got lean, but she doin' the coke (uh-huh)
Bitches didn't want me when they thought I was broke (nah)
Now I'm going balled up, so they beg for the stroke
I'm doin' what I want, who gon' tell me no? (nobody)
Stackin' money up, 'cus I need that dope (need that)
Bitch I think I'm God, but I told you before
That I'm flyer than a mothafuckin' UFO, (okay, okay, okay, bitch)
[Chorus: Mackned, Key Nyata and Wilt Gamberlin]
Money over bitches, thought I told you before (oh)
And it's money over n***as, thought I told you before (oh)
Whip gang vicious, thought I told you before (oh)
I ain't really good for shit, but for sellin' some dope (okay)
Money over bitches, thought I told you before (oh)
And it's money over n***as, thought I told you before (oh, yeah, ayy, point up)
Bitch gang vicious, thought I told you before (okay, yeah)
I ain't really good for shit, but for knockin' your hope (okay)
[Verse 2: Wilt Gamberlin]
Yeah I roll one for now, one for later (you already know man)
But who am I kidding? Shit, I'll probably smoke both (I got two)
No slackin' in my package, yeah you know that it's dope (dope!)
And I don't fuck with small breads, all my doughs big loafs (big w)
Baby on the job, said she green like a hoe (she green)
And my dick put on her face like a drink on a coaster
I ain't gotta do shit, say my name and it's over
Gang, gang, shawty, Thraxxhouse and it's over (gang)
Amped up off a G, yeah your brother on me (point up)
And I'mma do my thing 'till I turn 53 (okay)
Actually I'mma be, doin' me 'till I'm dead (yeah)
And in the afterlife, I'mma still count bread
Point up