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tymb money man - drillin time lyrics

[intro]
this money man sh+t, b+tch
drill

[chorus: obama]
b+tch, it’s drillin’ time; b+tch, it’s drillin’ time
i’m coming at your crib, at your table, dinnertime
think it’s time to sleep? nah, dawg, never mind
i’m on my f+cking grind, b+tch, ’cause it’s drilling time
b+tch, it’s drillin’ time; b+tch, it’s drillin’ time
i’m coming at your crib, at your table, dinnertime
think it’s time to sleep? nah, dawg, never mind
i’m on my f+cking grind, b+tch, ’cause it’s drilling time

[verse 1: obama]
k!ll anybody and who with the sh+t
if you against my clique, we gon’ murk your b+tch
and your mama, and your daughter, and your nieces
and have your ass on shirt screaming out “rest+in+peace”‘s
underground where your ass’ll be sleeping
me and my n+ggas come through, broad day creeping
why you thinking we ain’t on it, boy, we really with it
aim, c+ck+back and knock off your f+cking fitted
yeah, we f+cking did it; money man? he f+cking with it
and that’s my young brody, call him “kobe”
’cause he shooting at you n+ggas from long ranges
hopping out of ranges, got b+tches giving brainless
leave a n+gga brainless, i know he is a stain, b+tch
take that earring, that watch, and that chain, sh+t, young money
my n+ggas dummies, they so foolie and they roolie
stay with tools, see? please don’t play me, shoot them movies, n+gga
[chorus: obama]
b+tch, it’s drillin’ time; b+tch, it’s drillin’ time
i’m coming at your crib, at your table, dinnertime
think it’s time to sleep? nah, dawg, never mind
i’m on my f+cking grind, b+tch, ’cause it’s drilling time
b+tch, it’s drillin’ time; b+tch, it’s drillin’ time
i’m coming at your crib, at your table, dinnertime
think it’s time to sleep? nah, dawg, never mind
i’m on my f+cking grind, b+tch, ’cause it’s drilling time

[verse 2: money man]
who the f+ck are you? you got your tool? i do
you n+ggas actin’ loose, four+nickel tear your boo
and then she asking “who?” and edai, what it do?
boss shon, that’s my dude; chris world, they some fools
it’s murda maryland, stup’
it’s “die l’s” ’til i deuce
66th that crew
now, get [?]
you [?] into me, dude
shout out to the wiiic
they coming very quick
brick squad can suck a d+ck
never trust put your trust in b+tch
chief vontae got the clips
i’m banging so stupid
you n+ggas on my d+ck
now, back it up, now one
you blow, i blow one, too
money man got tutu
[?] that’s my dudes
dro city got the blues
i’m money man, fool
please don’t f+cking snooze
[?]
you n+ggas acting fools
i might as well pop you, dude
you n+ggas acting [?]
[?]
[chorus: obama]
b+tch, it’s drillin’ time; b+tch, it’s drillin’ time
i’m coming at your crib, at your table, dinnertime
think it’s time to sleep? nah, dawg, never mind
i’m on my f+cking grind, b+tch, ’cause it’s drilling time
b+tch, it’s drillin’ time; b+tch, it’s drillin’ time
i’m coming at your crib, at your table, dinnertime
think it’s time to sleep? nah, dawg, never mind
i’m on my f+cking grind, b+tch, ’cause it’s drilling time

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