Money Over Everything versuri

Versuri Future – Money Over Everything lyrics

[Intro]
Flickin’ that water, it ain’t nothin’ to explain
I’m fulfillin’ your order, it ain’t nothin’ to explain
Doin’ my numbers, I’m goin’ Jackie Chan
Tried to be modest, there’s no such a thing
Grindin’ for M’s that I got from the pain
Ain’t got no wallet, I stay in the bank (Uh)

[Chorus]
Yeah, shawty got heat-heat
Yeah, stack it like a neat freak (Stack it like a neat freak)
Yeah, shawty, she a freak-freak (Shawty, she a neat freak)
Yeah, put her in the cheat sheet (Oh yeah)
Yeah, drinkin’ on drink-drink (Drinkin’ on drink-drink)
Yeah, hit ‘em with the gas tank (I hit ‘em with the gas tank)
Yeah, money over everything (Money over everything)
Yeah, money over everything

[Verse 1]
Mufasa, more Prada, role model
Pullin’ up, jump out the four dollar
Cookin’ and jumpin’ that base out a coke house
Fishin’ the pigeons with no problem
Addin’ additional stars in the headliner
Whippin’ the brick, I did numbers in Carolina
Can’t tell me shit, I did numbers in Carolina
I found the niche, started rap like a bandana
Too legit to quit, I gotta keep my hammer
Five percent, behind the tint with a banana
Galaxy lit up, you boostin’ my stamina
Bitch came from Panama, eat like an animal
Check the parameters, I’m doin’ the minimum
Workin’ the Pyrex, I work the mechanicals
Pimpin’ ain’t dead, niggas scared, I’ma handle her
Rockin’ chinchillas, I kill it on camera (Super)

[Chorus]
Yeah, shawty got heat-heat
Yeah, stack it like a neat freak (Stack it like a neat freak)
Yeah, shawty, she a freak-freak (Shawty, she a neat freak)
Yeah, put her in the cheat sheet (Oh yeah)
Yeah, drinkin’ on drink-drink (Drinkin’ on drink-drink)
Yeah, hit ‘em with the gas tank (I hit ‘em with the gas tank)
Yeah, money over everything (Money over everything)
Yeah, money over everything

[Verse 2]
Money over everything, rockin’ on the plain jane
Pinky on the pink ring, everything insane
Jumpin’ out of airplane, jumpin’ in the spaceship
Bitch biracial, swervin’ through the lane
Coppin’ new rain and I’m coppin’ new chains
In this Bentley Mulsanne as I’m hoggin’ the lane
Make what you work, when you get what you got
When you work how you work, when you got all this game
Work with a quarter one, wasn’t nothin’ to explain
I done went over quota, ain’t nothin’ to explain
Flickin’ that water, it ain’t nothin’ to explain
I’m fulfillin’ your order, it ain’t nothin’ to explain
Doin’ my numbers, I’m goin’ Jackie Chan
Tried to be modest, there’s no such a thing
Grindin’ for M’s that I got from the pain
Ain’t got no wallet, I stay in the bank (Super)

[Chorus]
Yeah, shawty got heat-heat
Yeah, stack it like a neat freak (Stack it like a neat freak)
Yeah, shawty, she a freak-freak (Shawty, she a neat freak)
Yeah, put her in the cheat sheet (Oh yeah)
Yeah, drinkin’ on drink-drink (Drinkin’ on drink-drink)
Yeah, hit ‘em with the gas tank (I hit ‘em with the gas tank)
Yeah, money over everything (Money over everything)
Yeah, money over everything