Demons In The Dark Money Man & Key Glock

[Intro]
I got demons in the dark
And they're comin' to the light
I got screamin' in my head that doesn't stop
I can't get through the night no more 'cause

[Verse 1: Money Man]
We make it hot, we gon' turn up the temperature
Got a lil' bitch, and she forgin' the signature
Had to sit down, and I read me some literature
He tryin' cross me, you know I'ma finish him
I grab that chopper and shoot it efficiently
Niggas ain't eatin', they got a deficiency
Preachin' on songs, I'ma need me a ministry
I'm out in London enjoyin' the scenery
Scammin' the bank, I engage in embezzlement
How you gon' swipe when the man say she negligent?
Blew a whole thirty, I'm flashy, not frivolous
Geekin' on shrooms, but I can still get ignorant
Bitch on top of me lookin' like Lola
She kind of crazy, I think she bipolar
Hundred shots in the car left the shit totaled
A million in ice when you add up the total
Fifty in a hundred round drum
Custom made military guns
Shawty tryin' to come and have fun
Hit ATMs and extract funds
Real snipers, we gon' get it done
Traffic marijuana by the ton
Remember we was scrapin' up crumbs
Brought the whole team from the slums
Lamb' truck, Rolls truck, black on black
They all got shooters in them
Glock 9s, Glock 19s, guess what?
They all got hollows in them