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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Money Over Everything (Prod. by D Stackz & G Major) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
Dj Stackz
Dj Stackz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Daris Meachem
Daris Meachem
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dj Stackz
Dj Stackz
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
It's money over everything
I put that on everything
[Chorus]
She held it down when I was down
That's why I still fuck with you
I was in love with you, you was my ride-or-die bitch
Baby, what's up with you?
I coulda been doing my thing from the jump
But I gave you my everything
And that ain't mean anything
Now I want better things
Fuck it, it's money over everything
[Chorus]
I put that on everything
I put that on everything
Put that on everything
I put that on everything
It's money over everything
I put that on everything
I put that on everything, ****
[Verse 1]
Give a fuck about no shorty
It's just me and all my homies
Why the fuck would I be worried?
I spend thirty on my roadie
****, that's Curry on my Rollie
Keep a Backwood in my dodie
She keep acting like she know me
Run it all, spend it on Burberry
Baby, I'm A Boogie Wit a BAPE Hoodie
It ain't shit, I let a **** take from me
I'ma take it to the fucking grave with me
They wanna treat me like a slave ****
But I'm going up while they hate, ****
Can't see me through these Louis shades, ****
I just wanna get away, first I gotta put a hunnid in a safe, ****
I ain't tryna be no fuckin' broke boy
Selling dimes for a dope boy
I just wanna be up on the road
Doing shows, all the bitches yelling "Oh, boy"
Girl, fuck you and that old boy
Can't believe you left me for a broke boy
Fuck it, I'm done with this shit
I'ma marry the money, I need me a Rolls-Royce
[Chorus]
She held it down when I was down
That's why I still fuck with you
I was in love with you, you was my ride-or-die bitch
Baby, what's up with you?
I coulda been doing my thing from the jump
But I gave you my everything
And that ain't mean anything
Now I want better things
Fuck it, it's money over everything
[Chorus]
I put that on everything
I put that on everything
Put that on everything
I put that on everything
It's money over everything
I put that on everything
I put that on everything, ****
[Verse 2]
Before I tried to fuck you
I wish I knew that I would love you
I would've never told you come through
You shot me down, so now it's fuck you
You took a .38 Special
Well, I'ma show you what this TEC do
You pulled the trigger 'cause I let you
When I shoot back, I won't miss
That's my word, I'm through
I get money, I'm cool
I run it up times two
And I break bread with my crew
I spent two on my Loubs
I can't lose my cool
Laces hang off my shoe
That's how I rock my Loubs
And if you rock with me
Ride with me, I could be
High as we popping these
Bitches in line for me
I'm rocking Balmain jeans
They more than fourteen a piece
If you seen what I seen
You might turn M.O.E
[Chorus]
She held it down when I was down
That's why I still fuck with you
I was in love with you, you was my ride-or-die bitch
Baby, what's up with you?
I coulda been doing my thing from the jump
But I gave you my everything
And that ain't mean anything
Now I want better things
Fuck it, it's money over everything
[Outro]
I put that on everything
I put that on everything
Put that on everything
I put that on everything
Fuck it, it's money over everything
I put that on everything
I put that on everything, ****
Written by: Artist Julius Dubose, Daris Meachem
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