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Money machine part 2

Fat Freddy man
What's the matter with the fat man?
The dude ain't got you money
Well, he's been all stretched out like he's come into some money or something
But that's his ass
He's good for it
It's that bitch of his, you know, that's a problem
I've got 15 men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve, is that it?
Is that what you tryina tell me dude?

Money, yeah
Money machine, yeah, do you even what the money machine sound like?
Money machine, haha, nigga calm down, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Count it up past perfection, never changes you mind up
Racks on racks on my account
Damn

Oh no, the break of dawn
Can't stab nigga too hot early morn
I'm at the round shot, fool, I really be on
My chip full of shift
Sketch it out and put it together, I really do this
Driving gloves Louis Vuitton, my shoes is glued to the pedal
Pressed 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 something 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 notice
Smoke it, yeah

Money machine, maybe you could count on
Money machine, money machine
You could 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 in my nautical sweats I'm yachting
Open water wailing like the somalian pirate
Spotted your bitch and she instantly plotted
I'm ditching yo simp and riding
Jet life is simple, we got it
To be honest, them other fools is square boxes
Funny nigga singing out, they came and faxes
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 could count on
Money machine, money machine
You could count on