Fat Pat
Whatsup…everybody?
It's Big Sugardaddy, comin’ from the southside of trill
I gotta lil news for you shoppers and boppers
It ain't what a playa can do for you, it's about what you can do for a playa
So let me let me nigga kick some of that shit to you
[Verse 1: Mike D]
I was posing to be chosen in this game
Miggity Mike D, let me hear you scream my name
Money over bitches that's M.O.B
I can't love a hoe, the way it gotta be
Cause bitches’ll hold you down and make your game slack up
Get outta line, knock her down if she act up
I dont give a damn about these hoes, that's why I’m all alone
I grab my dick bone and hold the microphone, and scream
Money over bitches, still got my riches
Sittin’ sideways in the seventy deuce, hittin’ switches
Smokin’ swistas, drinking on drank
Thinkin’ bout bank, what the fuck you hoes think?
It’s money over bitches in this H-town Texas
So, no love for hoes, so what the damn plexin?
From the north to the south, I’ma break these hoes off
I’ma come down, robitussin so I don't cough
And it's money over bitches
[Hook - Fat Pat]
Money over bitches. Ridin’ switchin’
Money over bitches. Gotta have my riches
Money over bitches. Ridin’ switchin’
Money over bitches. Gotta have my riches
[Verse 2: Fat Pat]
Them niggas think its a foot race, but its a paper chase
I'm all about my mail, going to work everyday
Plus I got them boppers on my side, callin’ me up
When I’m out there on the cut, tryna get me some of them guts. But what?
I’m all about my meal, I gotta show my skill
Cause my skills pay the bills, nigga thats real
So a young nigga trill, stuck in the game
And bitches always screamin’ out a playa name
But it’d be hard to see, that i'm the P-A-T
And why none of these boppers can't get with me
It’s automatic like the 9, bustin’ funny lines
On them hoes at all times
Get em on my P, you know them silly things
That a nigga do to them hoes on dingaling
Shake em, break em, do em, like a nigga gotta do it
Break em down cause a playas just used to it
[Hook - Fat Pat]
Money over bitches. Ridin’ switchin’
Money over bitches. Gotta have my riches
Money over bitches. Ridin’ switchin’
Money over bitches. Gotta have my riches
[Verse 3: Mr 3-2]
It’s money over boppers til the day I die
Cause we some worldwide playas so baby dont ask why
We’re wheel in the sky, actin’ a damn fool
Laughin’ at these cats who think they playa, but they’re some real lover dudes
I gotta pimp attitude that goes hard on a broad
She come at me like a trick, I treat her good like a dog
Oh lawd, forgive me for the life of sin I livin’
It’s a shame, the scandalous brain of some of these women
I’m bendin’ corners, workin’ 16…
Switches, get her britches, lookin’ good on the scene
Sippin’ purp and blowin’ green, better ask my patna 2
How I go home with these boppers, in hotel rooms
Checking out at noon, give you cabfare to get home
After gettin’ knocked down by 3-2, Fat Pat, and Corleone
And we’re gone, having big money and big mansions
And if you ask me, my national anthem is…
[Hook - Fat Pat]
Money over bitches. Ridin’ switchin’
Money over bitches. Gotta have my riches
Money over bitches. Ridin’ switchin’
Money over bitches. Gotta have my riches