Slot Machines

[Pre-Chorus: Shad]
Slot machines
Slot machines, slot machines
Slot machines, slot machines
From, pop machines to pocket screens
Casino scene, these slot machines
We, drive through and walk between 'em

[Chorus: Mah Moud & Shad]
Give me some cash to put away
(Casino scene, these slot machines)
I’m trying to make me some today
(Drive through and walk between 'em)
I hope my pockets handle debt
(Pop machines to pocket screens, casino scenes)
I’m gonna spend all that I have
(Drive through and walk between 'em)

[Verse 1: Shad]
Playing slots when I cop another cocktail
Then open Hotmail, 10 percent off sale
So I go to that shop, hoping that's the jackpot
Got matching hat, socks, and black watch but that slot failed
Need to keep trying, so I say let me buy
This delicious deep-fried cheese-covered meat pie
(Crash)
Need a sweet lime, tea then I treat my-, self to a free live girl in some knee-highs
Then, check texts and my tweets for a reply
Refresh, refresh, refresh, deep sigh
Swear one of these times
Keep playing slots like
Let me try tomorrow promise this was just a off-night
Maybe this chick, this click, this drip
It’s, funny how we broke and they selling us a quick fix
Selling us addictions and sickness the business of sugar, fat, likes and a like it’s no different than

[Pre-Chorus: Shad]
Slot machines, slot machines
Slot machines, slot machines
From pop machines to pocket screens
We, drive through and walk between 'em

[Chorus: Mah Moud & Shad]
Oh, give me some cash to put away
(Slot machines, slot machines)
I’m trying to make me some today
I hope my pockets handle debt
(Slot machines)
I’m gonna spend all that I have
(Slot machines, slot machines)
Oh (Pop machines to pocket screens)
(Pop machines to pocket screens)
Oh (Casino scene)
(Drive through and walk between 'em)

[Beat Switch]

[*sample*]
Quick money, quick money, quick money
Quick money- money, quick money

[Verse 2: Shad]
Uh, in the city of the quick cash spend and the quick cash lend
When the quick cash ends in a big crash, dizzy from the quick fast spins and the whiplash like hitting a big black Benz
My friends in hard times like this mademoiselle
That always thought she’d own a boat now she’s having a sale
Couldn’t afford a laptop, named her daughter Adele
And it hurts ‘cause her favourite singer's Patti LaBelle
Shorty dropped out of college around the College Dropout
I co-op interned when she copped out
I started popping when her first kid popped out
Rock bottom 'til she heard this and rocked out
'Cause they taught us to compete and not cooperate
And said your body’s not complete until you operate
They want us all to want when what we got is great
And God is great that money talks but doesn’t got a lot to say
Just some slots to play

[Outro: *sample*]
Quick money- money, quick money
Quick- quick money