Money Machine Lyrics – Rich The Kid
Singer: Rich The Kid
Title: Money Machine
I remember sellin’ CD’s for another n#gg# to make my money, ya dig?
I ain’t goin’ back broke, nah, nah
Check
SipTee, I’m him
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Ah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy
I was trappin’ out that bas#ment (Trap)
Mama said, “Stay on that grind, boy, be patient” (Boy, be patient)
I was runnin’ to the money, had to chase it (Chase it)
I had made a couple racks, I couldn’t waste it (Racks, racks)
Now I’m laughin’ to the bank, got a big bag (Bag)
Freaky little b#tch, she gon’ ride like Six Flags
How the f#ck I ran these millies up but I had skipped math?
How the hell I got this water on me like a full bath? (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 f#ck I got a Bentley truck? They said I wasn’t sh#t
How the f#ck I made it rappin’? I done really went legit, damn
I’m a college dropout that signed a deal
And I know they didn’t believe that I’d make it for real
I did sleep on the floor, but I never did miss a meal
‘Cause mama made a way for a n#gg#, that’s for real
I had been broke, had no hope
n#gg#s went down when I sold CD’s at the store
Lost real n#gg#s that I can’t see no more
Looked at my past, I ain’t goin’ back broke
Money machine sh#t (Machine shit)
I done seen my n#gg# dead, you ain’t seen sh#t (You ain’t seen shit)
b#tches tellin’ me they love me, that don’t mean sh#t (That don’t mean shit)
I done spent a couple milli on that lean sh#t (Lean shit)
That’s some fiend sh#t (No cap)
How the f#ck I made it rappin’? I was trappin’ out the back (Back)
Tryna pull up Magic City and tried to hit me with a MAC
They’ll hit you for a rack (For a rack)
From the bottom, I done made it, that’s a fact (That’s a fact)
Now I walk around, pockets on blue bills (Bills)
f#ck a bougie b#tch but I be in the trap still (Trap)
And my n#gg#s rich forever, tryna make a hundred mil’ (Mil’)
Tell her, “Turn around, bend it over,” baby, how it feel? (Hey)
I’m the boss, I been cashin’ (Cashin’)
Plain jane Patek, I don’t do no flashin’ (No flashin’)
I told my mama, “What you tryna get, that Aston?” (Skrrt)
She said, “I just want the bands and some cashin’”
Then I started laughin’ (Ha)
Look, then I started laughing, yeah, uh-uh
f#ck my ex, fetched with my n#gg#s, I do not care how she feel, though
Know she prolly get jealous, she should’ve kept it real though
I know real freaks that called on FaceTime to use a d#ldo
I ain’t hungry, I’ve been eatin’, I’m tryna touch a mil’ though
And I’m still the same n#gg# that I was without this chain on
I’m just out the way, so ain’t no one to put the blame on
And I know she hide her face ’cause that’s exactly where I came on
Sold my PlayStation, I ain’t the one you gon’ run game on
Cracked the code on ’em
VVS hangin’ on my chest, that boy done 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
Cracked the code on ’em
VVS hangin’ on my chest, that boy done froze on ’em
No paparazzi, all these diamonds strike a pose on ’em
Gave ’em trust and now you mad because you told on you
Yeah, you told on you
SipTee, I’m him
Money machine sh#t
Money machine sh#t, money machine sh#t, ah
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