Lyrics Law - Money Man

(Blame Swagg for this motherfucker)
(Damn, Marley, you fired this up?)

You can't fault a nigga for being himself, you knew he was a bitch
They gon' take a mile, so you can't give a nigga a single inch
I'm at the range shootin' that .308 in Dior leopard print
In my hood, them niggas protect my life like I'm the president

Walk inside my spot, if we don't know you, we gon' pat you down
I can't wife no freak, she for the streets, she just a pass-around
I told cuh let that M4 rip because I like the way it sounds
The day my daughter turned 11, I showed her how to weigh a pound

Passin' out these blicks, we finna spin, we tryna slide tonight
Call my lil' bitch up, she from Stone Mountain, I'm tryna vibe tonight
Take that cheesy jewelry up your neck, that shit ain't shining right
The jeweler told me that don't make no diamonds, that shit moissanite

If we come together, then we leave together, that's just law
Got PTSD from these streets from all the murder I done saw
Gotta protect my life, I'm going broke, I'm buyin' ammunition
Since everybody snitchin', I prefer to go on solo missions

Red eye in my socket, that shit match the laser on my fire
I'm finna take the rap game over this year, it's pressure gettin' applied
A hundred loads in bubbles, I make sure the city get supplied
He tried to touch my chain, we left him stinkin', I can't believe he tried

You can't fault a nigga for being himself, you knew he was a bitch
They gon' take a mile, so you can't give a nigga a single inch
I'm at the range shootin' that .308 in Dior leopard print
In my hood, them niggas protect my life like I'm the president

Walk inside my spot, if we don't know you, we gon' pat you down
I can't wife no freak, she for the streets, she just a pass-around
I told cuh let that M4 rip because I like the way it sounds
The day my daughter turned 11, I showed her how to weigh a pound