Money Machine — текст песни

I remember sellin' CD’s for another nigga to make my money today

Ain’t goin' back broke, nah (Nah)

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SipTee, I’m him

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Uh, uh, rrah (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah, ayy)

I was trappin' out the basement (Trap)

Momma say, «Stay on that grind, boy, be patient"(Boy, be patient)

I was runnin' to the money, had to chase it (Chase it)

I done made a couple racks, I couldn’t waste it (Racks, racks)

Now I’m laughin' to the bank, got a big bag (Bag)

Tweaky little bitch, she gon' ride like six flags

How the fuck I ran these millies up, but I had skip math?

Ride to hell, I got this water on me like a (Drip)

Let me call my doctor (Doctor), I’m so sick (Sick)

When I pull up in that 'Rari, they take a pic (Skrrt)

How the fuck I got a Bentley truck? They said I wasn’t shit

How the fuck I made a wrap and I done really went legit, damn?

I’m a college dropout that signed a deal

And I know they didn’t believe it that I’d make it, for real

I did sleep on the floor, but I never did miss the meal

'Cause momma made a way for a nigga, that’s for real

I been broke, had no hope

Niggas went down when I sold cities at the store

Lost real niggas that I can’t see no more

Looked at my past, I ain’t goin' back broke

Money machine shit

I done seen my nigga dead, you ain’t seen shit

Bitches tellin' me they love me, that don’t mean shit

I done spent a couple milli on that lean shit

That’s some fiend shit

I done fucked her, made it wrap and I was trappin' out the back (Back)

Tryna pull up and try to hit me, where them at?

Players hate you for a rack (Rack)

From the bottom, I done made it, that’s a fact (That's a fact)

Now I rock around, pockets on blue bills

Fuck a bougie bitch but I be in the trap still

And my niggas rich forever tryna make a hundred mill

Tell her turn around, bend it over, baby, how it feel?

I’m the boss, I been cashin' (Cashin')

Plain jane Patek, I don’t do no flashin' (No flashin')

I tell my mama, what you tryna get that

She said, «I just want the bands, is them cashin'?"Then I started laughin'

Look, and I started laughing, uhh

Fuck my ex, fetched with my niggas, I do not care how she feel, though

Know she prolly get jealous, she should’ve kept it real, though

I know real freaks, they called on FaceTime to use a deal, though

Ain’t hungry, I’ve been eatin', I’m trying to touch a meal, though

And I’m still the same nigga that I was when I did

I’m just out the way, so ain’t nowhere to put the blame on

And I know she hide her face 'cause that’s exactly where I came on

Sold my PlayStation, ain’t the one you gon' win game on

Crack the code on 'em

VVS hangin' on my chest, they want it, froze on 'em

No paparazzi, all these diamonds strike a pose on 'em

You gave 'em trust and now you mad because you told on you

Yeah, you told on you

Crack the code on 'em

VVS hangin' on my chest, they want it, froze on 'em

No paparazzi, all these diamonds strike a pose on 'em

You gave 'em trust and now you mad because you told on you

Yeah, you told on you

SipTee, I’m him

Money machine shit

Money machine shit, money machine shit, ah