Franc Grams, Dave East, Nipsey Hussle - Over It All lyrics

Would you die for that money?
(For that money, for that money)
Ask yourself (Ask yourself, ask yourself)
All I ever wanted was this money
(Was this money) would you kill for it?
Cake ask yourself (Ask yourself)
All I wanted was this money
That's all I wanted harlem
East Side all I wanted was this money
Yo, yo, yo

Money over everything, got married
To that paper, fuck a weddin' ring
My pistol was filthy, kept it really clean
Tube socks with coke in 'em (Coke)
Me, Mack, Shooter, Scrap, Loc and 'em
Had 3 Ks on me, no need for ropin' 'em (Ks)
Steady while this burner clap
Cripsy blue hundreds
Came this far, it ain't no turnin' back (Nah)
Talkin' 'bout this family got me laughin'
Feelin' like Bernie Mac
My cousins was servin' crack like way
Before I heard of rap
Let's go to war, my turban wrapped
Come meet the don
Half-Spanish papi, first-class
Chanel sneakers on
Ammo in my camo like it's Vietnam
Trench coat, Maison Margiela
I played the bench broke
Like, how the fuck I'm 'sposed to
Give hope knowin' we whip coke?
Chain frosted like vanilla icin' on me
I'm out in Connecticut with metal shit
I probably got your wifey on me
Call my nigga frank, let's hit the bank
Just left the gamblin' spot
Harlem where the cameras watch
Was trappin' out the same shop

It's money over everything, money over all
I don't answer any questions
Just the money when it call
If it ain't about the money
Then fuck it and fuck 'em all
'Cause they probably won't be
Here when it's gone it's money over it all
Friends, niggas, bitches
It's money over it all parties, weed, liquor
It's money over it all
It's money over it all
I'm workin' every minute
Never take a day off that's on everything
Put the money over it all

There's comes a time in every man's
Life when you will decide
Who you are and are you true to that God?
And when you choosin' that side
Be sure to weigh out or you abusin' the odds
What'chu stand for, are you gon' ride?
(Tell me that)
Stay true and provide for the family, nigga
It's what I do with my time
To the young in my hometown, man
I'm truly a guide
Show 'em how to move right, yeah
I drew up that guide before the money
I be tryin' to dodge community ties
I give my soul when I'm spewin' these lines
Scared of the questions
They might ask 'bout what I do
When intune with my rhymes like
"Are you really sellin' drugs?
Are you consumin' that crime?
And is this image that you show
Us just illusions and lies?
The challenge is I'm still a hood
Nigga tryin' to balance it
Influence a generation from this
Public housin' shit
I made it worth the wait that I chose
Fuck it, that's how I live
Can only hope they find a route
Better while I count this shit
It's not logical for me to feel responsible
Provide both the pros and the cons
Everything's possible
College? I couldn't do it, my nigga
I had a lot to do
But a lot for times as hard
As it got for Momma Dukes
I was dream chasin', the fun in that
Not a job could do
Ambition had me driven for gettin' up
To the top and soon
Plus, when times it was cold, stylin'
Our holds, lights for shows, i don't know
Just doin' what I gotta do

It's money over everything, money over all
I don't answer any questions
Just the money when it call
If it ain't about the money
Then fuck it and fuck 'em all
'Cause they probably won't be
Here when it's gone it's money over it all
Friends, niggas, bitches
It's money over it all parties, weed, liquor
It's money over it all
I'm workin' every minute
Never take a day off that's on everything
Put the money over it all

I'm just chillin', I'm just ballin'
I'm just fuckin' these hoes once
Then I'm not callin'
I'm just focused, I'm just stackin'
I'm just livin', God, what's happenin'?
Stop trippin', paint my vision
We gon' get it, we gon' flip it
We gon' keep it, we not sleepin'
Ball all season, work on weekends
Peep my genius, reach my zenith
And cop more pieces and that's on Jesus
I'm not rappin', I'm just quotin'
I'm not actin'
You might notice I got passion
I got focus, I'm gon' boast with it
Smile, locs and we not social
We not backwards
We got cash then we got closer
Kick that door in, we ain't chokin'
We got ash, we need lotion
We got shows, we need posters we got phones
We need soldiers for the vultures

It's money over everything, money over all
I don't answer any questions
Just the money when it call
If it ain't about the money
Then fuck it and fuck 'em all
'Cause they probably won't be
Here when it's gone it's money over it all
Friends, niggas, bitches
It's money over it all parties, weed, liquor
It's money over it all
I'm workin' every minute
Never take a day off that's on everything
Put the money over it all