Money Over Bitches – Christi
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Money Over Bitches

Chorus

Always counting riches, money over bitches
Your bitch love the money and I'm granting all her wishes
If that nigga dissing he gonna end up on my hit-list
Perfect accuracy you know Christi never misses
Yeah I never miss a shot, got more guns than the swat
All these niggas plot but I cannot be stopped
Getting cash and you not, count the cash with yo thot
Cash that I got, like I'm savage a lot

{Verse 1
Hold up
Yeah I left that bitch she wasn't acting right
Told that bitch I need my space like a satellite
Nigga diss me or my niggas he gonna die tonight
I'm a big flame, nigga you a candlelight
Money over bitches nigga till my life is over
I don't got no feelings told that bitch that I'm a soldier
She asked if I love her had to ask if she was sober
Nigga I've been built to get the paper like a folder
Get the cash, Chase a bag
Milli on me I don't even need to brag
Cashing out and I don't even check the tag
Take his bitch yeah I leave that nigga sad
Say she like my vibe, yeah she say she like my energy
I be getting money that's why all these niggas envy me
I be balling nigga so you know that I'm the MVP
Nigga I'm the greatest like the nigga wearing 23

Chorus

Always counting riches, money over bitches
Your bitch love the money and I'm granting all her wishes
If that nigga dissing he gonna end up on my hit-list
Perfect accuracy you know Christi never misses
Yeah I never miss a shot, got more guns than the swat
All these niggas plot but I cannot be stopped
Getting cash and you not, count the cash with yo thot
Cash that I got, like I'm savage a lot

Verse 2

OK pull up in designer
All my money major nigga all your money minor
Forgot I was the greatest, pull the cash out and remind her
All these niggas fake they'll sell you out for some vagina
He say he a killer but I know that boy a liar
Get the AK, push a nigga back like a recliner
Young nigga rapping nigga all my tracks are fire
Ain't no competition you other niggas should retire
Y'all niggas expired
Stack it up, I get the cash and I stack it up
Trying to keep up with my pace you ain't fast enough
You'll get shot up in your head you keep acting tough
Too many bitches in my car they be lapping up
I got 12 bitches sitting in the v12
Keep a strap across my shoulder like a seat-belt
My niggas demons, if you test us you gonna see hell
Get the money by myself I don't need help

Chorus

Always counting riches, money over bitches
Your bitch love the money and I'm granting all her wishes
If that nigga dissing he gonna end up on my hit-list
Perfect accuracy you know Christi never misses
Yeah I never miss a shot, got more guns than the swat
All these niggas plot but I cannot be stopped
Getting cash and you not, count the cash with yo thot
Cash that I got, like I'm savage a lot

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