Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Machine, artist - Rich The Kid. Date of issue: 28.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money Machine |
| I remember sellin' CD’s for another nigga to make my money today |
| Ain’t goin' back broke, nah (Nah) |
| Check |
| SipTee, I’m him |
| Check |
| 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 |