Money Machine (feat. SipTee)

I remember sellin' CD's for another nigga to make my money, you dig?

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)

Mama said, "Stay on that grind, boy, be patient" (boy, be patient)

I was runnin' to the money, had to chase it (chase it)

I had made a couple racks, I couldn't waste it (racks, racks)

Now I'm laughin' to the bank, got a big bag (bag)

Freaky little bitch, she gon' ride like Six Flags

How the **** I ran these millies up, but I had skip math?

How the hell I got this water on me like a full bath (drip)

Let me call my doctor (doctor), I'm so sick (sick)

When I pull up in the 'Rari, they take a pic (skrrt)

How the **** I got a Bentley truck? They said I wasn't shit

How the **** I made it rappin'? 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 mama made a way for a nigga, that's for real

I been broke, had no hope

Niggas wasn't there when I sold CD's 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

How the **** I made it rappin', I was trappin' out the back? (Back)

Tryna pull up Magic City they tried to hit me with the MAC

They'll hit you for a rack (for a rack)

From the bottom, I done made it, that's a fact (that's a fact)

Now I walk around pockets on blue bills

**** 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 told my mama, what you tryna get the Aston?

She said, "I just want the Benz and some cash and?" Then I started laughin'

Look, and I started laughing, uhh

**** my ex, flex with my next, 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 call on FaceTime to use a d***o

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 without this chain on

I'm just out the way, so ain't no one 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' run game on

Crack the code on 'em

VVS hangin' on my chest, that boy done froze on 'em

No paparazzi, all these diamonds strike a pose on 'em

You gave 'em trust and now you mad because he told on you

Yeah, he told on you

Crack the code on 'em

VVS hangin' on my chest, that boy done froze on 'em

No paparazzi, all these diamonds strike a pose on 'em

You gave 'em trust and now you mad because he told on you

Yeah, he told on you

SipTee, I'm him

Money machine shit

Money machine shit, money machine shit, ah