Money Man, Babyface Ray - Drums Lyrics

(Cormill)

We got drums if you wanna come start shit
Leave a bitch nigga family in torment
We be trappin' out houses and apartments
I can't save no ho, no, I'm not Clark Kent
Got a lot of of this green like I'm Arden
Servin' nigga while clutchin' the car beam
I remember them days I was starving
I'm a wolf, I be biting not barking, let's go

Heard they 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 braggin' but my bitches is real pretty
Got a switch on this glizzy, it's real dirty
Shawty looking so motherfuckin' breathtaking
In the SB on me a breathtaker
Playing chess in these streets, I be checkmatin'
Had to get from the lobby, escaping
Hoppin' out with that AR, I'm demonstrating
Man, these rappers burnt out, where they resignation?
Andrew Young, I be having that Bentley
I'm not Asian but I keep the chop sticks
All my firearm having no optics
Used to sell to niggas inside a Crown Vic
On some pack my own shit, I be chiefin'
Got a blackout, ain't talking bout Eclipse
Ain't crossin' my dawg 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
Shawty bad as hell, I gave her compliments
Only fuck with the strong, it's the Lions Den
If you fuck with the circle, you tied in
You come to the trap, better sign in
Nigga come try to rob, we gon' off him
Niggas love when I glow like I'm droppin' gems
Got a fetish for ice, so I rock gems
Fuck that lyrical shit, I'm not Rakim
Every day 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
Damn, I Love the way that she be droppin' it
And I love the way 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 the flas back on that vaccum seal
Feelin' like Steph I'm havin' bills

We got drums if you wanna come start shit
Leave a bitch nigga family in torment
We be trappin' out houses and apartments
I can't save no ho, no, I'm not Clark Kent
Got a lot of of this green like I'm Arden
Servin' nigga while clutchin' the car beam
I remember them days I was starving

All this Rolex they should give me sponsorship
Put the team on my back like Giannis did
I be mixin' that lean with all kind of shit
I was high on the work in my mama crib (mom, mom)
Lil' mama told me she proud of me
Now we fuck in some Prada kicks
You might never get trust from me
Fuck it, just give me your honesty
Girl, don't pull out your wallet
We sliding down College, we flew to Rodeo, I'm fuckin' up thousands
Investing in housing and bought me some watches
My chain was a dollar it rest on my collar
I told the lean man, "Don't you ever call my phone
And never try to mention Treech 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
Broadie pushin' food but ain't got a kitchen
I done fucked the baddest hoes in my mentions
I might pen in Malibu, I'm on the sixes
I pull up to parties and valet the parking
Still ridin' with killers, they think I'm retarded
Bag back 'fore they paint you like an artist
Top dawg, 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 apartments
I can't save no ho, no, I'm not Clark Kent
Got a lot of of this green like I'm Arden
Servin' nigga while clutchin' the car beam
I remember them days I was starving
I'm a wolf, I be biting not barking