Money over bitches
I don’t know how to spell bee’s we off the heez
When we come through you bitch ass niggas better freeze
Ak dunk two two threes kokane and C-bo recognize

[C-Bo]
I was raised in a ghetto running loose with the thugs
Young nigga hold trigga full of liquor and bud
Peer pressure was pressuring me to get a buzz
And whenever under pressure under pressure to dump slugs
Mama warned me to stay up out the drug world
I guess the LORD can blame me for slanging up in this thug world
Living in danger with these haters that wanna re-a-range-a
Young thug in this world at the strangers keep my back against the wall
Like a hallway plaque and this plan is fuck
Te world till my casket drop got the piggies on my back straight
Holding me down never see me dumping out drop benz
Running through town so many niggas struck out filling they hands
Full of white some niggas never throw they hends up or go without a
fight
The night feds of being quarter make me sweat at night
Been addicted to fast living that’s giving a thug life

[Chorus Kokane 2x]
Just to let you know just to let you know just to let you know
We take money over bitches

[Kokane]
Now I be shitting on you niggas with big toes
My name is not the goupe bird bird bird is the words
My game is cold like alaska brrrrrr
Fuck around with a nigga like me I blast ya
Niggas blame it on that trigga’s ass
But it’s kokane and c-bo if your bitch ass didn’t know
Fuck the justice system trying to take a nigga for his riches
Making the real O.G’z from my hood snitching like bitches
But the homie don’t think I know dough
But how could a nigga get out of jail unless we got fo’ albums
Hate to shit a bitch one I’m a killing partner just came a dry snitch
I bust from the gut bitch I put shit on your hind
And have you thinking about that bruise on your head from one time
But this ain’t dedicated to no police for
Living in between Heaven and earth
Listen well O’ LORD forgive me O’ LORD forgive me

I remember sold a bottle to this nigga named jimmy didn’t know
He was all about saving folks he was a one time pitcher
Straight smoking dope I told him
Forever chill to get off the hype hoody hoo
Especially when you got your license plate that reads:

JESUS LOVES YOU

Would of paid me no mind that’s why his ass
Is locked up in the county doing time
Move on with a nigga I know this nigga named cisco
I lined him a couple chicks end some elbows
Talk about your sweet sound charity
Because the nigga came up quick and forgot all about me
Read up all about a danky ass nigga is the dirtiest
I’m a clown his ass like the muthafucking circus
I take punk ass niggas for two thousand dollars on stramakers
This nigga wanted to get on his own private don’t sweat it
Just flip it homie but get back but greedy ass niggas want the whole
sac
Want to hold the sac

[Chorus Kokane 2x]
Just to let you know just to let you know just to let you know
We take money over bitches

[C-Bo]
We fast hitters life luxury and mob fashion benz-olo smashing
Thug life till we cashed in big mansions big jew-wels and s classes
Rag switches and expeditions parked back then
Money coming in by the ton and we toking
Floating on a phat yacht headed across the ocean
Thug living be the joker thugs coasting
Women get the posing hoping they get chosen
This money over bitches life of riches and fame
I spit the game to get the change nigga we dope like kane
Fact remain we be the dome bosses fucking the game
They keep me pushing a rag benz with the pomona homie kokane
Just call me major paine collecting all the change
This nigga head reigns when my fo fifth cock back and stains
Strip off they diamond rings the smash off they go’ thangs
Headed straight to pomona with the homie and they call him

[Kokane]
Kokane kokane they call me kokane dope man insane
Chopping up game with my nigga major paine
We floss bitches like dentals
Creep into the mind of a crazy ass nigga mental
My nigga eazy put me in the game
Godfathered this gangster stuff
And that’s real biatch I check a nigga
Faster than a sobriety check fuck around
And get shot in the nick bitch point a red dome
To the cranium ain’t no telling where I’m aiming’em
Knock knock who is it bitch better
It’s that who bitch better have my money hoe this shit
Ain’t funny

[Chorus Kokane]
Just to let you know just to let you know just to let you know
We take money over bitches