Kevin Gates - Money Over Here Lyrics

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 class
Throw the book at you shit
I'm talking like an English class
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 cock
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

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

I yawn at Gates still safe
Like the vacon shit fuck coners
Deposit lump sums like the bank n shit
You in the repossession? We
In the takin' shit fuck your fingers
Niggas up in Nina's tryna break ya shit
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 nigga
Hell Mary flee flicker
What's up with Bone? Get him on the phone
I got some lean nigga

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

50 Grand in jury, make a nigga want to rob me
Thing click sing switch needle in my iv
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?
Pussy motherfuckers 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 niggas 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

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