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key glock - money over hoes lyrics

[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

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