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letra de money over hoes - key glock

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(let the band play)

[chorus]
they be like (what?) woah
that young n-gga right there cold (yeah)
uh, ridin’ in a droptop rolls
yeah, i’m ridin’ in a droptop rolls
yeah, shoutout to my gang, that’s bro
i ain’t got no friends, just foes
yeah, and you know i’m stickin’ to the code
n-gga, i put money over hoes
they be like (what?) woah
that young n-gga right there cold (yeah)
uh, ridin’ in a droptop rolls
yeah, i’m ridin’ in a droptop rolls (yeah)
yeah, shoutout to my gang, that’s bro
i ain’t got no friends, just foes
yeah, and you know i’m stickin’ to the code
n-gga, i put money over hoes (yeah, over thеse b-tches, uh)
no, thesе hoes can’t get my dough (can’t get my riches)
[verse 1]
no, these b-tches can’t get my dough
i’m sippin’ on lean by the four
get a bag, do a show, then i roll
yeah, i’m ballin’, b-tch, you know the score (yeah)
if you’re talkin’ ’bout money, let’s go (let’s get it, yeah, let’s go)
lil’ n-gga, he hot as a stove
mr. glock got your b-tch on the road
mr. glock got your b-tch on the go
i see white t–th with diamonds and gold
i see n-ggas hate me on the low
f-ck that talkin’, go ahead, drop the low
f-ck that talkin’, my n-gga, let’s go

[chorus]
(they be like— what?) woah
that young n-gga right there cold (glizock)
uh, ridin’ in a droptop rolls
yeah, i’m ridin’ in a droptop rolls (yeah)
yeah, shoutout to my gang, that’s bro (b-tch)
i ain’t got no friends, just foes
yeah, and you know i’m stickin’ to the code (b-tch)
n-gga, i put money over hoes
(they be like— what?) woah
that young n-gga right there cold (yeah)
uh, ridin’ in a droptop rolls
yeah, i’m ridin’ in a droptop rolls (yeah)
yeah, shoutout to my gang, that’s bro
i ain’t got no friends, just foes
yeah, and you know i’m stickin’ to the code
n-gga, i put money over hoes (f-ck these b-tches)
no, these hoes can’t get my dough
[verse 2]
no, i’ll never sell my soul
sell a ho before i sell my soul
sippin’ on tris, i ain’t catchin’ no cold
middle school, polo to the floor like dro
high school, gettin’ head, yeah, amber cole
b-tch, my heart and my watch froze (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
(what?) woah
that young n-gga right there cold (glizock)
uh, ridin’ in a droptop rolls
yeah, i’m ridin’ in a droptop rolls (yeah)
yeah, shoutout to my gang, that’s bro
i ain’t got no friends, just foes (b-tch)
yeah, and you know i’m stickin’ to the code (what?)
n-gga, i put money over hoes
(they be like— what?) woah
that young n-gga right there cold
uh, ridin’ in a droptop rolls
yeah, i’m ridin’ in a droptop rolls
yeah, shoutout to my gang, that’s bro
i ain’t got no friends, just foes
yeah, and you know i’m stickin’ to the code
n-gga, i put money over hoes (can’t f-ck with these b-tches, uh)
[outro]
yeah
yeah
g-lock

- key glock

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