Money Over Everything Lyrics – Future

[Verse 1]
Flicking that water, ain’t nothing to explain
I’m fulfilling your order, ain’t nothing to explain
Doing my numbers, I’m going Jackie Chan
Tried to be modest, that’s no such a thing
Run up for M’s that I got from the paint
Ain’t got no wallet, I stay in the bank (Uh)

[Chorus]
Yeah, shawty got heat-heat
Yeah, stack it like the (??) (Stack it like the (??))
Yeah, shawty, she a freak-freak (Shawty, she anemic)

Yeah, put her in the (??) (Oh yeah)
Yeah, drinking on drink-drink (Drinking 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]
Mufasa, more Prada, role model
Pulling up, jump out the four dollar
Cooking the jab in the base out the coke house
Fishing the pigeons with no problem
Adding additional stars in the headliner
Whiping the brick, I did nothing but some Carolina
Can’t tell me s*it, 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
Gotta see little, you boosting my stamina
B!tch came from Panama, eat like an animal
Check the parameters, I’m doing the minimum
Working the Pyrex, I work the mechanicals
Pimping ain’t dead, n!ggas scared, I’ma handle her
Rocking chinchillas, I kill it on camera (Soo)

[Chorus]

Yeah, shawty got heat-heat
Yeah, stack it like the (??) (Stack it like the (??))
Yeah, shawty, she a freak-freak (Shawty, she anemic)
Yeah, put her in the (??) (Oh yeah)
Yeah, drinking on drink-drink (Drinking 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 3]
Money over everything, rocking on the plain jane
Picking on the pink reign, everything insane
Jumping out of airplane, jumping in the spaceship
B!tch biracial, swerving through the lane
Copping new rain and I’m copping new chains
In this Bentley Mulsanne as I’m hogging the lane
Make what you work, when you get what you got
When you work how you work, when you got out this game
Work with a quarter one, not too much to explain
I’m one of a quarter, ain’t nothing to explain
Flicking that water, ain’t nothing to explain
I’m not feeling your odor, ain’t nothing to explain
Doing my numbers, I’m gon’ jack a chain
Tried every model, that’s no such a thing
Run up for M’s that I got from the paint
Ain’t got no wallet, I stay in the bank (Soo)

[Chorus]
Yeah, shawty got heat-heat
Yeah, stack it like the (??) (Stack it like the (??))
Yeah, shawty, she a freak-freak (Shawty, she anemic)
Yeah, put her in the (??) (Oh yeah)
Yeah, drinking on drink-drink (Drinking 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