Silent Millionaires Clique - 3-Fall In Line

Money over everything
You better fall in line(Fall in line)
When it comes to that drama
You know pressure that I apply
When it comes stacking ones
You better let it multiply

I use to beg up work outta 14a
Still trying get my grandmama
Outta 12a my homie did 10
Now he pray 5 times of day
Has for me I'm non religious
Fuck with me you gonna need
Surgery y n probably stitches
We came along way from no pot to piss in
I just want my niggas to sit down n listen
fuck the competition the key always to
Be winning don't let my homie left your spirit
And those corny raps we don't wanna hear them
at a snap of a finger my dawgs gonna get em
My dawgs gonna get em

Money over everything
You better fall in line(Fall in line)
When it comes to that drama
You know pressure that I apply
When it comes stacking ones
You better let it multiply

You wanna catch a vibe
Til we pull up on your side
Do a drive by in a dirt bike
You pussy your skirt looking too tight
Fuck the middle man
I wanna meet the plug
We take flights
Smooth criminal don dinero
n no I'm not mike
ain't shit sweet but my tooth
My younger never played ball
but he love to shoot
Never had license still pushing coups
All this shit came off the fucking stoop

Money over everything
You better fall in line(Fall in line)
When it comes to that drama
You know pressure that I apply
When it comes stacking ones
You better let it multiply
Wen its money over everything
You better fall in line

Written by:
Joseph Moreira

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