Money Machines

Up all night, yeah
Money on my mind, yeah
Gotta stay high
Gotta get fly

Plus I’m shining
And I’m sliding through
And I’m grinding too
Not to Jeweller Lou
Caller take a cheque little bitch
God pray on my neck little bitch
And I bought the set little bitch
And they just wanted sex little bitch
Should have never flexed on a kid
Soon as I get a cheque shit is lit

Dunno why I only roll with bad ones
Dunno why I’m only where the cash comes
Stacking bricks, take care, look my mansion
I ain’t listening if we ain’t talking Rands son
Taking shots nigga, tell me where my handgun
Stole the game in a bag throwing tantrums
Too much coming in looking like I’m taking ransoms
But everything the tree drops is an anthem
Nigga wanna fold coz the game don’t go the way
And they wanna know why squad all in they face
They see’d I did it yo-already oh they wanna play
Most air play but we haven’t paid a fucking thing

How you feeling man
Used to get fed, now I feed ‘em man
I say, fresh like Peter Pan
I get to my bread like the meter man
Rubberbaands, saw some bands, somewhere in my benz
Buffalo on my bills, Silence of the Lambs
Fuck your deals, fuck your plans I want all the land but
I need all the shrimp, I want all the crab
My niggas the type that leave no options
Riding ‘round the city on some opp shit
Dropped up a nigga clean ‘em like we mopped it
Only texts I see are the deposits
Sounds like the deposit

First name money, last name Machine
First name money, last name Machine
Nasty machine, master machine
She a nag for Celine coz my last name machine
First name money, last name Machine
First name money, last name Machine
Nasty machine, master machine
She a nag for Celine coz my last name machine

Up all night
Money on my mind
Gotta stay high
Gotta get fly

Tshego

Money Machines

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