Money Machine

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