Future – Money Over Everything (Lyrics & Video)

Money Over Everything – Future Lyrics

Flickin' that water, it ain't nothin' to explain

I'm fulfillin' your order, it ain't nothin' to explain

Doin' my numbers, I'm goin' Jackie Chan

Tried to be modest, there's no such a thing

Grindin' for M's that I got from the pain

Ain't got no wallet, I stay in the bank (Uh)

Yeah, shawty got heat-heat

Yeah, stack it like a neat freak (Stack it like a neat freak)

Yeah, shawty, she a freak-freak (Shawty, she a neat freak)

Yeah, put her in the cheat sheet (Oh yeah)

Yeah, drinkin' on drink-drink (Drinkin' on drink-drink)

Yeah, hit 'em with the gas tank (I hit 'em with the gas tank)

Yeah, money over everything (Money over everything)

Yeah, money over everything

Mufasa, more Prada, role model

Pullin' up, jump out the four dollar

Cookin' and jumpin' that base out a coke house

Fishin' the pigeons with no problem

Addin' additional stars in the headliner

Whippin' the brick, I did numbers in Carolina

Can't tell me shit, I did numbers in Carolina

I found the niche, started rap like a bandana

Too legit to quit, I gotta keep my hammer

Five percent, behind the tint with a banana

Galaxy lit up, you boostin' my stamina

Bitch came from Panama, eat like an animal

Check the parameters, I'm doin' the minimum

Workin' the Pyrex, I work the mechanicals

Pimpin' ain't dead, niggas scared, I'ma handle her

Rockin' chinchillas, I kill it on camera (Super)

Yeah, shawty got heat-heat

Yeah, stack it like a neat freak (Stack it like a neat freak)

Yeah, shawty, she a freak-freak (Shawty, she a neat freak)

Yeah, put her in the cheat sheet (Oh yeah)

Yeah, drinkin' on drink-drink (Drinkin' on drink-drink)

Yeah, hit 'em with the gas tank (I hit 'em with the gas tank)

Yeah, money over everything (Money over everything)

Yeah, money over everything

Money over everything, rockin' on the plain jane

Pinky on the pink ring, everything insane

Jumpin' out of airplane, jumpin' in the spaceship

Bitch biracial, swervin' through the lane

Coppin' new rain and I'm coppin' new chains

In this Bentley Mulsanne as I'm hoggin' the lane

Make what you work, when you get what you got

When you work how you work, when you got all this game

Work with a quarter one, wasn't nothin' to explain

I done went over quota, ain't nothin' to explain

Flickin' that water, it ain't nothin' to explain

I'm fulfillin' your order, it ain't nothin' to explain

Doin' my numbers, I'm goin' Jackie Chan

Tried to be modest, there's no such a thing

Grindin' for M's that I got from the pain

Ain't got no wallet, I stay in the bank (Super)

Yeah, shawty got heat-heat

Yeah, stack it like a neat freak (Stack it like a neat freak)

Yeah, shawty, she a freak-freak (Shawty, she a neat freak)

Yeah, put her in the cheat sheet (Oh yeah)

Yeah, drinkin' on drink-drink (Drinkin' on drink-drink)

Yeah, hit 'em with the gas tank (I hit 'em with the gas tank)

Yeah, money over everything (Money over everything)

Yeah, money over everything