CURREN$Y - Money Machine Part 2 lyrics

rate me

Money machine, yeah, do you even what the money machine sound like?

Money machine, haha, yeh, ...nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don’t know break of dawn

Can’t stab nigga too hot early morn

I’m at the rumshot, fool, I really be on

My chip full shift, sketch it out and put it together

I really do this

Driving gloves louis vuiton, my shoes is glued to the pedal

Press to the metal, I’m moving,

Jets in the house bitch, you ain’t help us move in

So why you got your hands out now stupid

Had you played your role, you would have got your credit at the end of the movie

Listening to them hoes you all front,

Street swimming that blood so close, bitch in the sharp weed

Hoe you lunch meat, you thinking up some sweet

Got me confused, with the cotton candy hues on my 83

Diamonds against my wood lighting one up for pimp c

Driving with no tint to let them hoes nodes

Smoke it, yeah

Money machine, maybe you can count on

Money machine, money machine

You can count on

High rises, wise guysing, my wise counting dollars

Pile up, a batmobile in my drive way

The sky diver, bringing more kush, jet fueled to the fire

Round you them bad bitches acting mad quiet

Hoes in the lawn tryina tag team ride it

Nigga it’s the pilot, boat deck and my nautical...i’m yadding

Open water wailing like a somalian pirate

Spotted your bitch and she instantly plotted

On dissing your simp and then riding

Jet like the simple, we got it

To be honest, them other fools is square boxes

Funny nigga singing out, they lame and foxes

Don’t trip, we gonn keep doing our shit, fool!

Ain’t nothing changed but the balance

On accounts in my name keep adding, maine

Money machine, maybe you can count on

Money machine, money machine

You can count on.