Money machine, yeah, do you even what the money machine sound like?
Money machine, haha, yeh, …nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t know break of dawn
Can’t stab nigga too hot early morn
I’m at the rumshot, fool, I really be on
My chip full shift, sketch it out and put it together
I really do this
Driving gloves louis vuiton, my shoes is glued to the pedal
Press to the metal, I’m moving,
Jets in the house bitch, you ain’t help us move in
So why you got your hands out now stupid
Had you played your role, you would have got your credit at the end of the movie
Listening to them hoes you all front,
Street swimming that blood so close, bitch in the sharp weed
Hoe you lunch meat, you thinking up some sweet
Got me confused, with the cotton candy hues on my 83
Diamonds against my wood lighting one up for pimp c
Driving with no tint to let them hoes nodes
Smoke it, yeah
Money machine, maybe you can count on
Money machine, money machine
You can count on
High rises, wise guysing, my wise counting dollars
Pile up, a batmobile in my drive way
The sky diver, bringing more kush, jet fueled to the fire
Round you them bad bitches acting mad quiet
Hoes in the lawn tryina tag team ride it
Nigga it’s the pilot, boat deck and my nautical…I’m yadding
Open water wailing like a somalian pirate
Spotted your bitch and she instantly plotted
On dissing your simp and then riding
Jet like the simple, we got it
To be honest, them other fools is square boxes
Funny nigga singing out, they lame and foxes
Don’t trip, we gonn keep doing our shit, fool!
Ain’t nothing changed but the balance
On accounts in my name keep adding, maine
Money machine, maybe you can count on
Money machine, money machine
You can count on