DND

[Chorus: Potter Payper] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real rappers do real things "Money Over Bitches" is the song I sing DND so my phone don't ring On the road to riches and diamond rings Real rappers do real things "Money Over Bitches" is the song I sing DND so my phone don't ring [Verse 1: Potter Payper] All this California smoke, it's hard to see through the mist I got bros on works that I don't need to assist Guess I'm still the same P who used to sleep in my whip But how the fuck can I be white when I don't even exist? That's a ghost in the Wraith, two words, "Open the safe" That's food on the table, I mean coke on the plate If I was dumb then I'd probably buy a house in my hood True, I go about like I fucking own the estate Same kid that used to throw stones at your house Now I buy AP's and throw stones in the face And I walk about strapped up, stoned out my face so don't act up I was gonna say suttin 'bout my forty-five But I'm chilling with your bitch, sipping '42 And when I step in the place, I don't need a fuss I got one-two shooters, gonna walk me through Four thousand square feet in the motherland Just so you understand, I'll put you under sand I started off broke, now what's a hundred grand? Two verses, I was just in the can getting room searches Now it's penthouse room service He's a gangster in his raps, why's he move nervous? Probably 'cause I'm with them kids who's known to do earners And I'm running to the money like it's too urgent [Chorus: Potter Payper & Aitch] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real rappers do real things (Real rappers do real things) "Money Over Bitches" is the song I sing DND so my phone don't ring (DND so my phone don't ring) On the road to riches and diamond rings Real rappers do real things (I said real rappers do real things) "Money Over Bitches" is the song I sing DND so my phone don't ring (So my phone don't ring) [Verse 2: Aitch] Eleven houses but this 'Rari ain't got no roof Chilling, eating calamari, came from cold soup All these rappers are my sons but I got no yutes Baby, he ain't making money, that's the old coupe She's tryna eat the meat, this girl a carnivore Before I get home, I press the button, heat the marble floor Gotta make the gaff toasty when you throat me babe Just make sure when you're coming in, you close the gates Call the album "Close to Home" because I miss the bits And now I put M's in the house, I feel like Richie Rich Three white and a brown, I call it Little Mix Money over girls but if she nice, I still might tip the bitch Yeah, straight from Moston Lane They do more than box your face for a box of 'caine They said if I went pop, they're gonna pop your chain Multi-platinum, all this water, fill your block with rain Look, all them pussies talking ending my life Them same pussies ain't gonna see a M in their life And that's what makes me sleep tight at the end of the night But I ain't selfish, I keep blessing my hood So when I die, at least I know I done as best as I could And if I lost it all tomorrow, I ain't stressing, I'm good Like fuck the Maybach truck, I guess I'm stepping on foot, and I'm [Chorus: Potter Payper] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real rappers do real things "Money Over Bitches" is the song I sing DND so my phone don't ring On the road to riches and diamond rings Real rappers do real things "Money Over Bitches" is the song I sing DND so my phone don't ring