Polyester the Saint - MOB lyrics

[Verse 1] Took off in that car like Like I took off in broadlight Smoked out last night under East New Orleans streetlights, grab my b**h tight Hittin' my switch, my sh**, dip to the left side Yup, yup beats from the dawg Polyest, keep me talking fresh Walking the flyest steps Smokin' the best You catchin' contact high, I ain't even rolled it up, yet You rollin' with the Jets, mama that's a chosen set There's more dough to get, won't settle for that I want better than that No matter where you get, there's always a level higher than that [Hook] Money over b**hes 'til the day I die I just wanna get money and stay high Money over b**hes 'til the day I go I just wanna see my n***as blow Money over b**hes 'til the day I leave Much love from the OG's Money over b**h 'ti the day I, lalala [Verse 2] One foot in, one foot out the game Conversation, piece my new chain She been asked me about it all day on the plane Switched subjects after we had a few drinks She didn't play games, so plans were arranged As we exited the jet, numbers were exchanged I think that's what you call a chain reaction I think that's what you call a plain attraction Rooftop smashin' She makes pancakes in the mornin', the syrup was low-carb Breakfast smoke sessions and I'm dashin' They wanna have 'em but they never catch 'em They gettin' mad when I'm gettin' laugh at them End up smashin' again, I'm what's happenin' Might just tag they friends Bring them all in, we can do it all again, n***as stay ballin' [Hook] Money over b**hes 'til the day I die I just wanna get money and stay high Money over b**hes 'til the day I go I just wanna see my n***as blow Money over b**hes 'til the day I leave Much love from the OG's Money over b**h 'ti the day I, lalala [Verse 3: G Perico] Money over b**hes that's the mind Don't need a cup I drink mine out the bottle Hennessey friend, don't bring new hoes where I live Your mattrees on the floor, b**h my house in the hills I don't buy p**y, I game up and I fly p**y Cross the country, bring me back that money As you probably never get it Never make it past King Henry Yeah, you kinda cute but your hustle isn't Right now I'm just fillin' up j**elry boxes Pink slips and my 6'4 is in the safe deposit Versace flip flops when I'm in these hoes open If I can't get paid, she get the cold shoulder When I see my b**hes it's like a ATM visit Leave them attitudes behind, we just want them riches Money over b**hes 'til the day I die I just wanna get paid and stay fly [Hook] Money over b**hes 'til the day I die I just wanna get money and stay high Money over b**hes 'til the day I go I just wanna see my n***as blow Money over b**hes 'til the day I leave Much love from the OG's Money over b**h 'ti the day I, lalala