Money Man - Vory Lyrics

(Cormill)

Sing to lil' mama like Vory
I'ma pop the lil' top on the glory
When I'm gone they 'gon tell my kids stories
Had to sit on my whip so I'm 4 G's
Loyal to my bloodline and my partners, ain't no tradin'
Had to restructure my AR 'cause the ATL banned braces
At the gun range, nigga, I ain't doing yoga
Baby girl, come and please bend it over
Global warming, got the electric Range Rover
youngin will make a nigga hand his chain over
Fuck that, you can't show a nigga no remorse
They might take that for weakness (yeah)
Stressed 'cause I ain't have no food inside the fridge
All them broke nights was sleepless (yeah)

Jumping off the patio, we tryna get away from the pit
I can tell how you talk, that you ain't never slid
He rappin' bout a life that he ain't never life
Quit talkin' 'bout some shit that you ain't never did
Shawty having water like the Nile River
Them past stories give a nigga cold shoes
Whole body yellow like the Japanese, Apex nigga we a different breed
Shawty try and come put it on a player
Pipein' down a broad who bad and biracial
Tell it like it is, the truth hurt feelings
I'ma up the squeeze like Patrick arm serving ten
Hundred niggas down, real predator
Keep your eyes open, shit get treacherous
The gun safe got so many sticks
ain't no room in it, I gotta cop another one
I got stripes like that nigga Tee Higgins
He thought it was the Indo, but I had remixed it
Coolin' with a bad bitch who eccentric
Made a Ghost out of a 3D printer
Gorgeous bitch with an attitude
she a fire sign, I'ma put it out 'cause I'm a water sign
Got the .45 if niggas outta line
I'm the one the street niggas idolize
I'll slap a nigga with a Gen 5
Where I'm from it's trap, scam or prison time
I ain't singin' no more like Jacquees
Nigga try and jack, I leave him obsolete
I just wanna apologize to my family for the dysfunction
Me and my dawgs on one accord (yeah, in the 7 we in conjunction)

Sing to lil' mama like Vory
I'ma pop the lil' top on the glory
When I'm gone they 'gon tell my kids stories
Had to sit on my whip so I'm 4 G's
Loyal to my bloodline and my partners, ain't no tradin'
Had to restructure my AR 'cause the ATL banned braces
At the gun range, nigga, I ain't doing yoga
Baby girl, come and please bend it over
Global warming, got the electric Range Rover
youngin will make a nigga hand his chain over
Fuck that, you can't show a nigga no remorse
They might take that for weakness (yeah)
Stressed 'cause I ain't have no food inside the fridge
All them broke nights was sleepless (yeah)