Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Go, Go, Go
Could you trade the palm for a palace
The shot glass for a chalice
High heels for the higher end
There no strings required here
Yea the lights for the lavish
Or is it too good in Atlanta
In no time we can disappear
But its too bad you like it here
I can put you where you need to be
If you want it then you got it babe
You don't even gotta pay for nothing
And I can't make you stay or leave
It's a win win, tell me where you lose
To me it makes sense, but it's up to you
I know you'll always choose
Money over love
And they always take that money over love
Yea look at you go
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
You would rather dance for them bandz, then to be tied down to some man
With all these niggas on you, it's no one that you belong to
Live fast and die beautiful
What's the use of growing old alone
When you're tired of living blindly, you know just where to find me
Cause I can put you where you need to be
If you want it then you got it babe
You don't even gotta pay for nothing
And I can't make you stay or leave
It's a win win, tell me where you lose
To me it makes sense, but it's up to you
I know you'll always choose
Money over love
And they always take that money over love
Yea Look at you go
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Look at you go
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Don't let the money make you
Make that money, don't let the money make you
Make that money, don't let the money make you
Make that money, don't let the money make you
Make that money, don't let the money make you
Make that money, don't let the money make you
Make that money, don't let the money make you
Make that money, don't let the money make you
Made a mil myself and I'm still myself
(Make that money, don't let the money make you)
She's a self made girl, she don't need my help
(Make that money, don't let the money make you)
How many niggas you know like me
Shit it ain't everyday, everyday
That you gon' come by me
So you can you never say, never say
That I ain't let you breathe
Go ahead ventilate ventilate
I know you gonna kill babe
Throwing ones in the air when you're center stage
There she goes
Up and down the pole, she knows
That when I'm there to put on a show for me
She dance like she don't want me to go
She knows that I
(Love throwin' money,) money over, money over
(Love throwin' money,) money over love
(Love throwin' money,) money over, money over love
That I
(Love throwin' money,) money over, money over
(Love throwin' money,) money over love
(Love throwin' money,) money over
Money Over Love
Make that money, don't let the money make you
Writer(s): John Steven Mcgee, Kevin Emmanuel Ross, Frank Brim, Ashton Joshua Combs
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