Money Man - ATM lyrics

If Cardi B tried to drug me in a hotel room I would've shot that bitch right in her face
I know how to trap so I ain't gotta take
All these bags in the room gotta clear out some space
All these hoes on my dick they begging to fuck
All this clientele callin my phone for some loud
This shit gone when you get here so buy this shit now
Its A drought the ticket it cannot come down
Lil bitch from Oakland in love with my sound
After this song imma go dick her down
I made more a juug than I made from a verse
I made more from a play than I made from a show
I made more from the swipes than I made from a stream
Count a 50 for lunch everyday that's routine
I had swiping so much I had stop selling green
I had woke up and walked up in Target with 2 different plastics
I hit for a TV a MacBook and several gadgets
Yeah I pulled to Publix and empty they ATM
Pulled up at Kroger and empty they ATM
Pulled up at BOA and empty they ATM

Pulled up to SunTrust and started a new account
Just for a business and merch imma burn it out
You niggas probably don't know what I'm talkin bout
I'm finna fill up a PayPal with large amounts
Finessin at Barneys I'm coppin designers
My bitch she was faithful I bought her designers
She got plugs who do hair so she flew out to China
She make her own wigs and that shit look professional
I rather get bags then go buy me a section
She gone kill for my dick she got fatal obsessions
Her plastic went bad and that shit was depressing
These niggas hate that I'm getting them racks
So its a no brainer I'm keeping a weapon
I just heard that Nipsey got shot while I'm making this song
I just pray that that nigga get better
You gotta be smart when you servin da trap
You gotta play chess you cannot play checkers
Make sure you go get you a sticks cause these niggas be dirty
You know that these niggas be jealous
Loubatins on my feet they just dropped yeah the runners
I'm probably gone drop my new tape in da summer
I feel like Bin Laden I feel like Osama
My wrist got them carrots I feel like I'm Robin

If Cardi B tried to drug me in a hotel room I would've shot that bitch right in her face
I know how to trap so I ain't gotta take
All these bags in the room gotta clear out some space
All these hoes on my dick they begging to fuck
All this clientele callin my phone for some loud
This shit gone when you get here so buy this shit now
Its A drought the ticket it cannot come down
Lil bitch from Oakland in love with my sound
After this song imma go dick her down
I made more a juug than I made from a verse
I made more from a play than I made from a show
I made more from the swipes than I made from a stream
Count a 50 for lunch everyday that's routine
I had swiping so much I had stop selling green
I had woke up and walked up in Target with 2 different plastics
I hit for a TV a MacBook and several gadgets
Yeah I pulled to Publix and empty they ATM
Pulled up at Kroger and empty they ATM
Pulled up at BOA and empty they ATM