Family over Everything

That's my word, don't pray to a god, that's my church, run me over everything bitch
I don't need to be rich cause that's absurd

To my dude in the cell in LA
When you come out we'll be ready, with the crew, smiling, party harder than we bring it on heavy
We sent a couple letters in the mail
I never sent a letter to a jail
I wish I had the cheddar for the bail, but I better pay the rent or leave my cell
I live with my girl on the third floor
When the two red boom had to work for her
I burly every money on my work horse
Somebody gotta pay the heat to keep her warm, ain't a thing for the queen that he yearn for, learn a lot about her when I learn more, oh
So you're talking to my grandma, about a life without living with my grandpa

Stop, yeah, fill me over everything
One day you're gonna get a wedding ring, I'll put it on your finger, just let me say, the 3G's looking like 20k
With a crisp white dress and a French hat, making you three feet tall of a wedding cake, get engaged, that's what's next

Take you to Venice and to France, I'm blessing my dad now, yes, only aunt and my grandma left, and my cousins on my aunt's side check
Damn I'm fresh, killing everything together in the mad, my best, but for now let us laugh, let them all get smashed
Let's go home, leave my pants on the floor, get it on till we crash till the morn, with the face on my chest watching you replay a match and they score

Hey, hey, fill me over everything
Hey, hey, fill me over everything, yeah
That's my word, don't pray to a god, that's my church, fill me over everything bitch
I don't need to be rich cause that's absurd
Look, hey, fill me over everything, everything, everything, fill me over everything
No matter what you do, that ain't enough for you, if you're being bad, well you're being good
It's damn over money, I don't trust anybody, fill me over everything, let's go

I, I, I'd get you Gucci jeans, every year wouldn't care even Louis V, take you shopping in Paris to Renewal D
The television in the room would be a movie screen, and never made, not like two or three
And never played, kinda looking like New Orleans, post-Marty grind cause we party lots
Have a black wife before you in the parking lot, now come fuck with me

Chicken in the first class of this luxury
Attend this court by your villa down in Tuscany, when it's warm by your venue with a chunk of cheese
On the table, Pellegrino and some cutlery
Yeah, you got to eat em, landed in Rome with the Colosseum like bowling
All is easy, we go together like a Roman Emperor with a Roman Empress, better get where you walk around with golden leather

After Monday, back to my van, just to copy something, Van Topman, where your mama come from
An Academy ran all across the country, in a mansion, a flat, it'll cost you nothing
Got racks in the bank and I'm popping bubbly, got lots of money, hey, now I'm fronting

I made it up, I take to the dinner when to pay for lunch, really don't got scruple of the faith in us
Make em hate on us, so fuck anybody saying that you ain't the one
True we dissin' done shit, it was dangerous, but we made it all that another pain is done
And ain't nobody ever fuckin' with the way you love

Hey, hey, family over everything
Hey, hey, family over everything, yeah
That's my word, don't pray to a god, that's my church, family over everything, bitch
I don't need to be rich cause that's absurd, learn

Hey, hey, family over everything
Hey, hey, family over everything, no matter what you do
Standing up for you, if you being bad or you being good, it's damn over money
I don't trust anybody, family over everything, let's go



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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, William Fyvie
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