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no cases - young drummer boy lyrics

[intro]
run the money like it’s running back
if you really spent your money
get your money back
listen b*tch

[chorus]
i be running after money like a running back
oh you spent your money on her
get your money back
oh you doing all that yelling
what you barking at?
got a foolie on me, tell me where to park it at
i can’t stop now, i’m too anxious
don’t get too close, i’m too dangerous
b*tch i can’t get caught, i’m too faceless
who else got bodies like me, but no cases

[verse 1]
ay b*tch i go crazy
see that nina on my hip?
that’s my baby
i was meaning to f*ck but i was lazy
my little homie got it on him, that’s a .380
b*tch i got two faces
b*tch i need to get this money
i’m impatient
yeah you slow walk, i be racin’
all you do is talk motherf*cker, you be fakin’
b*tch i be getting money, i don’t need to rap
directly on the throne is where i’m seated at
all these suckas hating but i’m loving that
i don’t care about ‘em, huh don’t bring that thang back
[chorus]
i be running after money like a running back
oh you spent your money on her
get your money back
oh you doing all that yelling
what you barking at?
got a foolie on me, tell me where to park it at
i can’t stop now, i’m too anxious
don’t get too close, i’m too dangerous
b*tch i can’t get caught, i’m too faceless
who else got bodies like me, but no cases

[verse 2]
why you snitching on your homies?
we ain’t cool with that
all that talking on them phones
we ain’t doing that
lil baddie on my line
b*tch i’m done with that
if you really want the beef
show me where you at
you be telling on them phones
that’s a hot line
if you think we in a race
you can stop trying
why you talking all that gang sh*t?
stop lying
b*tch we really in the field with them glock nines
b*tch i made a hundred off that laptop
my little homies in the field with them lamb chops
exactly what you are, b*tch i am not
i’m getting money m*th*f*cker and i can’t stop
[chorus]
i be running after money like a running back
oh you spent your money on her
get your money back
oh you doing all that yelling
what you barking at?
got a foolie on me, tell me where to park it at
i can’t stop now, i’m too anxious
don’t get too close, i’m too dangerous
b*tch i can’t get caught, i’m too faceless
who else got bodies like me, but no cases

- young drummer boy lyrics

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