$ Ova Bitches

[Intro]

Aye, yo, yo, yo, hold up G Rap we already used this beat

I got another idea M.O.B : Money Ova Bitches

Money and Ice chains

[Hook]

You know my style yeah

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Money Ova Bitches

Money and Ice chains

You know my style yeah

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Money Ova Bitches

[Verse1]

Ready to light something bang pipes like I'm plumbing

Baby faces killers call em' youngins, see what happen'

They bout action, them young boys are comin'

Queens, I hold that flag like a lost battalion

Money and ice chains n' some frost medallions

Tight veins with bodies like horse or stallions

Shout out Queens where niggas will resort to violence

Niggas learn when that pressure firm

Brought forth by the sword

Catch a stray slug through your precious perm

It's no protest where I rest, best confirmed

Queens cops get they head burned like Edward Burns

Seen shit stomachs reject and they flesh is turned

I got niggas that servin' world Guiness record terms

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[Hook]

[Verse 2]

My style is movin' with the major cash

Pape stack, nigga chop up, the razor crack

You not a cook, you's a good jux, OK

But that

Nigga got food, I'm already saying grace for that

Pretty face rats

That chase the stack

Matter fact, sell they souls

Cheaper than what's found on the favor rack

Make my bones with the movers n' the shakers

Strapped

G Rap be back with a criminal empire

I own D's like Len Bias

Break in the Benz tires

It's M.O.B

Money Ova Bitches, I been biased

Put that work in for certain

Just hand me the wrench pliers

Hammers blam, I'm a leave em' where I land em'

It's power move music, screwin' diva's in the Phantom

Ran around on no grounds, went around squeezin' random

Down freaks I let em around cheese, if I brand em'

Come out with some street shit, that fit for an anthem

Make it opposite of handsome for that ransom nigga

You know my style

[Hook]