Lyrics Drums - Money Man , Babyface Ray

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We got drums if you wanna come start shit
Leave a bitch nigga family in torment
We be trappin' out houses and 'partments
I can't save no ho, no, I'm not Clark Kent
Got a lot of of the green like I'm Arden
Serve a nigga while clutchin' the carbine
I remember them days I was starving
I'm a wolf, I be biting, not barking
Let's go
Heard you telling, that shit is disheartening
I'm at home counting money, not partying
In my free time, I'm filling up magazines
I'm not Brock, but my bitch lookin' real pretty
Got a switch on this glizzy, it's real dirty
Shorty looking so motherfuckin' breathtaking
And the SBR on me a breathtaker
Playing chеss in these streets, I be chеckmating
Hit the gas from the lobby, escaping
Hoppin' out with that AR, I'm demonstrating
Man, these rappers burnt out, where they resignation?
I'm not Asian, but I keep a chopstick
All my firearm having no optics
Used to sell niggas zips out a Crown Vic'
Watch 'em pack my own shit, I be chiefin'
Got a blackout, ain't talkin' 'bout eclipse
I ain't crossin' my dog for no bitch
Niggas ain't got no morals, it don't make sense
Better get you some money and confidence
Better get you some motherfuckin' common sense
Shorty bad as hell, I gave her compliments
Only fuck with the strong, this a lion's den
If you fuck with the circle, you tied in
When you come to my trap, better sign in
Nigga come try to rob, we gon' off him
[?][1:10] droppin' gems
Got a fetish for ice, so I rock gems
Fuck that lyrical shit, I'm not Rakim
Everyday we go shootin', we dangerous men
All these Glocks, they should give me a sponsorship
If I see it and like it, I'm coppin' it
Now I Iove the way that she be droppin' it
Now I love the way that that little pussy feel
I'ma put her to sleep just like Benadryl
Got a registered Glock, that's a legal kill
Plus I'm havin' them buttons for dirty kills
Had a flat back on them vaccum seals
Feelin' like Stefon, I'm havin' bills
We got drums if you wanna come start shit
Leave a bitch nigga family in torment
Yeah, we trappin' out houses and 'partments
I can't save no ho, no, I'm not Clark Kent
Got a lot of of the green like I'm Arden
Serve a nigga while clutchin' the carbine
I remember them days I was starving
I wish Rolex'd give me a sponsorship
Put the team on my back like Giannis did
I be mixin' that lean with all kind of shit
I was hidin' that work at my mama crib (Ma)
Lil' mama told me she proud of me,
Now we gon' fuck in some Prada kicks (Prada kicks)
You might not never get trust from me
Fuck it, just give me your honesty
Girl, don't pull out your wallet, we slidin' up Collins,
You flew on rodeo, I'm fuckin' up thousands
Investing in houses and bought me some watches
My chain was a dollar, it rest on my collar
I told my lean man,
"Don't you ever try to call my phone and mention Trish again"
Told my bitch that I'll never sip again
Fell off, now a nigga rich again
I done found myself with the top missing
Brodie pushin' food, but I ain't got a kitchen
I done fucked all the baddest hoes in my mansion
I might paint a Malibu and mount the sixes
I pull up to parties and valet the parking
Stay ridin' with killers, they think I'm retarded
Back back 'fore they paint you like an artist
Top dog, headed to the top charts
Yeah
We got drums if you wanna come start shit
Leave a bitch nigga family in torment
We be trappin' out houses and 'partments
I can't save no ho, no, I'm not Clark Kent
Got a lot of of the green like I'm Arden
Serve a nigga while clutchin' the carbine
I remember them days I was starving
I'm a wolf, I be biting, not barking