Lyrics: [Gilli & Kimbo:] They stand out on the dancefloor when we enter But I don't like it when they stare But there's so much you have to do for the money I've said it before, it's money over girls They want so much, but get nothing Chasing after cars, limousines Trying to make money, fuck being famous I see you hate, but I'm here and smiling [Gilli:] Mom, you know I have you, while dad shakes bars The only way out for me must be fraud and money The others talk, brag, the system wants to separate you from me Fuck your old partner buddy, who wasn't there for me My father's rope tightens, until he's behind bars and bars But now I hit back, my thoughts are about money, fuck those rotten frames But they're lost, bro, I don't know where they live These lines are for your ear, not for your nostrils It's an insult, mistaken for suicide I'm losing my black money, self-made, well-made To the heads that work hard, I am my brother's guardian Out on missions, hustler, doubling, until we go home and celebrate The disloyal ones don't know what they're trying to sell me Those who say they're not comfortable with me So fuck them, I'd rather press banknotes Stick with the friends who end up as my brothers [Gilli & Kimbo:] They stand out on the dancefloor when we enter But I don't like it when they stare But there's so much you have to do for the money I've said it before, it's money over girls They want so much, but get nothing Chasing after cars, limousines Trying to make money, fuck being famous I see you hate, but I'm here and smiling [Kimbo:] Move on while I ride like a jouster Committing murder with my words, I spit verbally Your lady moves, my clan raids in chainmail Gonna reach the top of Denmark, not even Skagen can stop us See me in the fast lane If you don't know me, you haven't asked your lady You talk shit, you must have shit in your mouth No friends, you only have your brother in the gang We are B.O.C. - Bomber Over the Center While you're in school, failing the curriculum Chilling in my chair with that skunk, and I wanna light a blunt Going to more places than the circles you send around Not poetry, flying like a hummingbird Just because I took your girl, you call the police But believe me, a G comes with a gun to war Not necessarily that kind, I can say confidently [Gilli & Kimbo:] They stand out on the dancefloor when we enter But I don't like it when they stare But there's so much you have to do for the money I've said it before, it's money over girls They want so much, but get nothing Chasing after cars, limousines Trying to make money, fuck being famous I see you hate, but I'm here and smiling They stand out on the dancefloor when we enter But I don't like it when they stare But there's so much you have to do for the money I've said it before, it's money over girls They want so much, but get nothing Chasing after cars, limousines Trying to make money, fuck being famous I see you hate, but I'm here and smiling
