Kevin Gates - Money Over Here lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Money Over Here lyrics

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates] If you fresh then we all like They say I'm hard to like Walking round Louis down Downtown harlem nice They say I think I'm all letting you women be on me Black on black, stacks This comes from dealing with junkies Gave the streets the news (realest in the city) Rap game in the like the crack game My deal with an addiction Hold it down for the millions and the millions who convicted Dealing with sentences I ain't talking about no English cla** Throw the book at you sh** I'm talking like an English cla** I'm in the kings clean the same spots on my shirt All base, fish scales Same spots on the work Same block on the curb Same watch on the slurb Same drop let the trunk bang with the bang co*k Girl coming cray she's tryna try to fray straight from Bangkok Pour the bag of pills I throw everybody back Kevin Gates getting played up in everybody trap [Hook] I don't know about you but we get money over here Money over here, we get money over here Fresh off release had to stack change on you pussies Nuts hang, let my chain swing on you pussies [x2] [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] I yawn at Gates still safe like the vacon sh** f** coners, deposit lump sums like the vank n sh** You in the repossession? We in the takin' sh** f** your fingers, n***as up in Nina's tryna break ya sh** Stupid how the kid get freaky I want a pinky ring Don't be in the streets you don't even know what freaky mean I'm on this evening thing, significant others I just get them in covers then I Stick them and shove them while I Piss in the rubber then I Pitch in the gutter Call her back, money short a stack Hate to call her that Hoover suction vacuum cleaner like where the carpet at? Waterberry retawdid All we do is feel long with hair Then we baptise let them gargle Where the toilet at? Go against the audience we send them where my father at I'm a G n***a Hell Mary flee flicker What's up with Bone? Get him on the phone I got some lean n***a [Hook] I don't know about you but we get money over here Money over here, we get money over here Fresh off release had to stack change on you pussies Nuts hang, let my chain swing on you pussies [x2] [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] 50 Grand in jury, make a n***a want to rob me Thing click sing switch needle in my i.v People in the lobby, detectives all around me Went against my game being stupid out my boundaries Keep a drum in the south Why you running your mouth? p**y motherf**ers know what's up they don't come in the south Slide out the misle You guys got to feel them Hook up on them pies Taken rise out the denim Don't respect money After that what happenin'? I ain't ever rat, other cats say they won't rat again Gas come out the jackets all the racket get retracted Goin' to jail been played out Bracelets in the shackles Did that when we was in juveniles New n***as be acting Cuts in your eyebrow ready to wile out Get snuck in the club for yelling your side out It go bam-chicka-bam go live in the clouds mouth [Hook] I don't know about you but we get money over here Money over here, we get money over here Fresh off release had to stack change on you pussies Nuts hang, let my chain swing on you pussies [x2]