AK-47 - Money Over Nothing lyrics
rate meGoing all I had a dollar and a dream
Heart to the game, eyes to the prize, art in my veins
Always working hard, I just spoke to the pain
Outstanding brother, I was coughing the plain
Giving me the ball, I just offed in the game
Up all night I was off in the brain
3, 2, 1, now I’m off in the plane
Clear the runway, hit them off in my lane
I see these haters but boy, take a look at me
I do this for my city, it ain’t all for you to see
Screaming money over nothing, money over nothing
Yeah, I see y’all in the building, y’all hardly ever stomping
So tell me where your army at, where your, where your army at
I put your heart on pause rotation, you can’t call that cardiac
Masters of the midway go hard, just call me sensei
Back off, I put my work up here, come on, wax on, wax off
Is that big music, y’all gotta use it, where the fam at, baby, come and join the movement
AK47 conclusions, this game is such an illusion
We killing, what’s the confusion, winning, you is losing
This ain’t a…come on, we do this
It’s money over nothing, say you with me
I’m married to the hustle, come and get me
I do this for my team and for my city
Yeah, coming up I always knew I was a king, coming supreme
Sick in the brain but the lining is clean
Flyer than a wing, higher than a fiend, new world, baby, so I ride for my team
Say my name, girl, yeah, I love how you say it
Shot of…y’all know what it mean, KB flow, got a handful of rings
I’m crazy, though, got my hands full of dreams
I can see them as clear as visions, cost so low that the system mentions
My coupe backed up, gotta twist the system
I ball so hard that I forget to mention
If you are a problem, I’m a guided missile
…this is what you asked for…and you wind up like my last foe
And I be on that fast forward, them passports with cash flow
He’ll be in them spaceships with mad dough and dashboards
I see these haters but I’mma rep my team
There’s nothing over brotherhood, I put nothing between
Scream money over nothing, money over nothing
…is in the building and these haters what I’m stomping
With my pockets still on stuffing
Ain’t nothing sweet but you thinks it’s muffin
I’mma need a room…need another room ‘cause this is facing nothing
These fake assumptions, in the first place but this place is running
We in first place, it’s nothing, made a new wealth but the end is coming