Money Man - Arms Race Lyrics

(Blameswagg for this motherfucker)
(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)

I made this Glock here go berserk, it's painful 'cause these bullets hurt
Told my label double my advance 'cause I know what I'm worth
Niggas act like bitches, all they like to do is talk and chirp
Told my youngsters, "Spin them niggas tonight," I hope your fingers work
Hope you don't think being broke is cool 'cause that shit lame as fuck
My stick had jammed on me the other day, I had to lube it up
Hope that you don't think you taking something, I wish you would attempt
Thinking that he finna catch me loafin' he must be on Fent'

It's a arms race, the circle got more sticks than North Korea
Trying to open up my mind, I'm geekin' off of Golden Teasan
Used to break in houses but I scammed my way to hundreds of thousands
Learnt to trap, I'll snap a finger watch my cousin weigh up ounces
Nigga can't even look me in the eye, know it's bitch in him
Treat that nigga like he got bad behavior, you know we switchin' him
My clip like a neverending story when that extension in
Nigga keep fallin' off, boy, stack them racks and get some discipline
Told my son, "Don't let no nigga try you, lil' boy, handle business"
We ain't worried 'bout a fuckin' thing, we keep draco killers
Voices in my head keep tellin' me 'bout more artillery
I ain't tensin' up that's on my kids, I'm squeezin' instantly

I made this Glock here go berserk, it's painful 'cause these bullets hurt
Told my label double my advance 'cause I know what I'm worth
Niggas act like bitches, all they like to do is talk and chirp
Told my youngsters, "Spin them niggas tonight," I hope your fingers work
Hope you don't think being broke is cool 'cause that shit lame as fuck
My stick had jammed on me the other day, I had to lube it up
Hope that you don't think you taking something, I wish you would attempt
Thinking that he finna catch me loafin' he must be on Fent'