Dre Da Playa - M.O.E. (Money Over Everything)

Yeah
Money over everything
I’d rather be lonely
Niggas want the fruit that I reap
But ain’t my homies
She a boomerang
Coming back after the she wrong me
People quick to hate
Talking like they really know me
One time, baby that is all I need yeah
I don’t mind
Just no fucking with my cheese yeah
Let bygones be bygones
Bitch I’m headed back to Pluto
I’m an astronaut
The way I’m floating on the cool though
She be talking that hype like she don’t fool with me
I be seeing through her
Let go of the foolery
Shawty ex outdated like dada
Always keep it trill and that’s on Allah
Flip it voila, work is gone, stacking my gwala
My boy Apollo hit you with that stick piñata
These niggas talk a lot but they doing nada
Why you tricking for these devils wearing Prada
Baby come ride with me
You ain’t gotta lie to me
Shawty, her ass on fleek
In the cut and I’m geeked
10 bows in the backseat
Niggas singing like parakeet
Fuck around and get leaked
Yeah, you fake by the way you speak
Money over everything
I’d rather be lonely
Niggas want the fruit that I reap
But ain’t my homies
She a boomerang
Coming back after the she wrong me
People quick to hate
Talking like they really know me
One time, baby that is all I need yeah
I don’t mind
Just no fucking with my cheese yeah
Let bygones be bygones
Bitch I’m headed back to Pluto
I’m an astronaut
The way I’m floating on the cool though
If you ain’t authentic, you won’t stand me
Quick to serve your bitch, Gordon Ramsey
I can tell that you don’t want any ruckus
These niggas will fuck us
I run with the pack like my name is dick Butkus
You coming up short like Duval
You boys kinda friendly, Rupaul
Dripping like ice in the heat
Loving my money I’m wetting my beak
I don’t retreat
Niggas gon suffer defeat
You ain’t boss hoggin cuz I’m no meek
Moving the gas for the el low
Did me some things but I do not gloat
I know some gettas who unload the boat
Playa gon win and that’s all she wrote
She wanna roll with me
She gonna roll for me
Let her bag it up and move it locally
Playa self made
I’m not made with them
I see you Nigga’s plotting, Invader Zim
Hustle smart
My whim to the brim
Jumping in her water
Yeah I love to swim
Counting up my favorite pastime
I don’t know about you but im getting mine
Money over everything
I’d rather be lonely
Niggas want the fruit that I reap
But ain’t my homies
She a boomerang
Coming back after the she wrong me
People quick to hate
Talking like they really know me
One time, baby that is all I need yeah
I don’t mind
Just no fucking with my cheese yeah
Let bygones be bygones
Bitch I’m headed back to Pluto
I’m an astronaut
The way I’m floating on the cool though
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Money over everything...
Money over everything...

Written by:
Kelton Carroll

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