Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Machine, artist - Luxury Tax. Date of issue: 15.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money Machine |
| Fifth |
| Pyrex, turn me up |
| Uh, fuck goin' on man |
| Peace, crush pulled up in a double cup |
| I swear I pulled up in a Bentley truck (Facts) |
| These niggas be mad, they be switchin' up |
| All the money, huh, why would I give a fuck |
| Three bitches want me, eenie miney moe |
| Percocet, molly, a little coke |
| Gettin' head, smokin' weed while I pour the po' |
| I’m a hustler, neck and my wrist so froze |
| I stand out like a centerfold |
| Back to back foreigns, it’s where I go |
| I keep this shit on me everywhere I go |
| So many hunnids my bankroll don’t fold |
| I trap it, I get it, it’s already sold |
| Jump off the jet, no stylist my drip |
| My chain looked like it jumped off a jet ski |
| It’s gon' take more than D-Bo to scare me |
| We ain’t the same, don’t compare me |
| Rosemary diamonds imported from Paris |
| Spent a whole M without havin' a deal |
| Sizzle my brother, I’m shootin' to kill |
| Lawyer just cost me a fifty, plus |
| It got me back pourin' the lean up |
| I fuck on your spouse all over the couch |
| Dick in her mouth, dickin' her out |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| I had a dream, shit ain’t what it seems |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| I got work, I got pints and pills |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| FN no kick back, rappin', sendin' packs |
| Just to get them racks |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Red bottoms bleedin', dressed in all red like a demon |
| I be splurgin' for no reason |
| They tryna have threesomes now that I’m eatin' |
| Bon appetit, I mix and match drip, I be fresh for no reason |
| I was blowin' it down, got kicked out The Four Seasons |
| Fuck all you Instagram hoes in my leisure |
| I pop a Perc', I go titanium |
| You rappers are so WrestleMania (Facts) |
| I got it, I keep it, it stay with me |
| Poppin' Percs, sippin' lean, ease the pain away |
| Back to back foreigns, they slidin' the gang way |
| They wanna be down, so they do it the gang way |
| All this money around, how I’m gon' have a frown face |
| Pay my lawyer them racks, like I better not do one day |
| I flew with these hands like my bitch with the foreplay |
| Everything tight when I’m splashin' the court |
| Meet all my plugs on the dock or the boat |
| My ice fresh off of the slopes, get it and go |
| Cookin' that work in the spot, please don’t get close to the stove |
| Yeah, anything goes, play with the gang |
| Gave it all that I got |
| But niggas still come up with plots to try to know me out my spot |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| I had a dream, shit ain’t what it seems |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| I got work, I got pints and pills |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| FN no kick back, rappin', sendin' packs |
| Just to get them racks |
| Count it up, money machine it |
| Count it up, money machine it |