[Intro: Damedot]
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Man
Real niggas, stand up
If you a real nigga, put your fuckin' hands up (Nigga ain't never gettin' disappointed in me)
If you out here in the streets tryna get your bands up (From the young niggas to the OGs, they all fuck with me, dog)
Stay focused on the money, hoes'll fuck your plans up
It's money over hoes
[Chorus: Damedot]
Real niggas, stand up
If you a real nigga, put your fuckin' hands up
If you out here in the streets tryna get your bands up
Stay focused on the money, hoes'll fuck your plans up
It's money over hoes
They'll fuck your plans up
It's money over hoes
I'm tryna get my bands up
It's money over hoеs
Lil' nigga, man up
When you run through the bag, dog
Put them bands up
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Ayy, look, nigga, watch your mouth
Havе some wild niggas come and watch your house
Might have 'em fuck you up or might fuck your spouse
Shit, I'm feelin' like Lil Mouse
You fuck around with fuck-arounds, that might get you out
You fuck around with Lil Ray, that might get you in
They catch you dirty in the state, that might get you ten
You make it there all the way, that might get you bands, yeah
Depends on what you send
Man, I can get you anything, depends on what you spend
Please, Lord, wash away my sins
I got my enemies, protect me from these fuckin' hams
Smokin' grams, pourin' up, that's just who I am
You in love with that bitch, she was once a fan
Ayy, I spinned her like a fan
She let me fuck when you was with her, now she spinnin' him, nigga
[Chorus: Damedot]
Real niggas, stand up
If you a real nigga, put your fuckin' hands up
If you out here in the streets tryna get your bands up
Stay focused on the money, hoes'll fuck your plans up
It's money over hoes
They'll fuck your plans up
It's money over hoes
I'm tryna get my bands up
It's money over hoes
Lil' nigga, man up
When you run through the bag, dog
Put them bands up
[Verse 2: RLSG KD]
Shit ain't change much, but some prices on some dope I cop
Put a thirty in that Glock I got
A couple different hoes who got fucked off top
Stickin' to the G code, nan' ho'll get the lock
Niggas ain't really 'bout it, they be really cloud killin'
Dope boy who hand itchin', hidin' shit all in the ceiling
Keep your mind on your money, plus plans to go get it
Stayin' to myself 'cause most niggas switch and get to snitchin'
I don't trip over these bitches, boy, I got a bag to move
If I snooze, I'll lose, I ain't got shit to do
But to grind, go get it, stack pros, handle business
I ain't worried 'bout a witness, if I shot at 'em, I hit 'em
But on Twitter, I don't mention, I'm too hood with it
If I don't trust her, I'ma fuck her while I'm pistol grippin'
Niggas too old to be out here sneak dissin'
It's one motto that I follow, money over bitches
[Chorus: Damedot]
Real niggas, stand up
If you a real nigga, put your fuckin' hands up
If you out here in the streets tryna get your bands up
Stay focused on the money, hoes'll fuck your plans up
It's money over hoes
They'll fuck your plans up
It's money over hoes
I'm tryna get my bands up
It's money over hoes
Lil' nigga, man up
When you run through the bag, dog
Put them bands up
[Verse 3: G.T.]
Yeah, me? I wasn't raised with a silver spoon
I used to smell the crack fumes through the living room
I was the nigga in school with all the tennis shoes
Now I stash the cash in the soul that I got off blues
I'm from the Red Zone, everybody know that
Niggas see lean, they think we sellin', we just pour that
Crispy-ass jacket, probably off some Bojax
I never had a job, I'd rather move a blow pack (On my daddy)
Niggas just now gettin' money?
My lil' cousin fourteen, just tucked a hundred
When I say I'm fucked up, dog, I'm just bluffin'
I could blow it all today, man, this shit nothin'
I ain't gon' lie, all that fake shit kinda funny
And that beef shit, when we see 'em, they be duckin'
This whole house full of chickens, I be pluckin'
I follow back and fix it up, then I got it pumpin'
[Outro]
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