Letras
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
To my dude in the cell in LA (here we go)
When you come out, we'll be ready (I am)
With the crew, smiling, party harder, then we bring it on heavy (bring it on heavy)
We sent a couple letters in the mail (I did)
I never sent a letter to a jail (no, I never)
I wish I had the cheddar for the bail (don't have)
But I better pay the rent or leave my cell
I live with my girl on the third floor (three)
When the two red boom had to work for her (two)
I barely have 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 (anything)
Learn a lot about her when I learn more, oh
Still talking to my grandma, about a life without living with my grandpa
Stop, yeah, family 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 off 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 'til we crash, 'til the morn
With the face on my chest watching you replay a match and they score
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
Look, hey, family over everything, everything, everything
Family over everything
No matter what you do, that ain't enough for you
If you being bad, well, you being good
It's fam over money, I don't trust anybody
Family over everything, let's go
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-Mardi Gras 'cause we party lots
Had 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 somethin', 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 frontin'
I made it up, I take you to dinner when to pay for lunch
Really don't got scruple or the faith in us
Make 'em hate on us
So fuck anybody saying that you ain't the one
True, we dissin' dumb 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 fam over money
I don't trust anybody
Family over everything, let's go