Lola Monroe - Money On Dey Head lyrics

Hook: (x2) Champ, BMW! n***as turning into b**hes, turning into Cos Turning on they n***as, got the one on the D low Got the money on dey head (Money on dey head) Money on dey head (Money on dey head) OK, district of Columbia Burn you like a swarming, yeah What a big b**h who told, let me just call you, yeah .. don't rub it in like' Streets got the street Lords praying like they're senseis. Dear Lord, forgive for sinning with no fear, Lord I've been programmed this' when they squeal, Lord I get tour and I hear, Lord sponsored links They're escorting recordings like some real raws I'm extorting importants at the clear port So when they witness in the evidential' Make that don't care your figure Cause a n***a getting life like you still buried your n***a! Hook: (x2) n***as turning into b**hes, turning into Cos Turning on they n***as, got the one on the D low Got the money on dey head (Money on dey head) Money on dey head (Money on dey head) b**h, b**h, touché! Yo, you don't play to dropping the top! (No sir!) Assa**inate the n***a John F K on the first shot! ' a n***a in the' D rolling, not enough! They gonna take a n***a out right, when they roll up! (Get 'em!) Mafia man, I put that call on a n***a If a n***a won't pick in, he went out all on a n***a (Yes sir!) I got bodies on me, n***a, I will never touch a trigger! Gotta watch where you fit to before you get your issue! I was standing by your momma when the hit man hit you! I was still ride there, when we was singing we mission! Oh, b**h I stay with guns (yes, sir!) b**h I got it on me! (aha!) Ain't no p**y with me, real n***as only! Hook: (x2) n***as turning into b**hes, turning into Cos Turning on they n***as, got the one on the D low Got the money on dey head (Money on dey head) Money on dey head (Money on dey head)