"Money Machine" lyrics
Nym Lo & Statik Selektah Lyrics
I pray to God that nothing comes in between
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
That's on the gang I'm in love with the green
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
I pray to God that nothing comes in between
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
That's on the gang I'm in love with the green
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
What the fuck would I be without all of this breesh
I frequent different countries my nigga I'm out ya reach
Little niggas try big talking
All this King of New York shit til the big horse wit a bottle of Crys walk in
Gold wrappers for a known trapper that traveled the whole Atlas coppin Europeans with the road package
The life I live you niggas only could dream of
Was a hunnit thousand air while you was getting ya streams up
Harlem nigga in a fresh pair
Flows that'll stand up ya neck hairs
Lay back like a desk chair
I get money and I mind my business
And that's a lot of minding
Santos with a lot of diamonds
Symbolizing all the time I spent monetizing
While dodgin sirens
And other felonious acts that I'm not describing
Started one-bed apartment
Now it's deeds
We shop at boutiques
With flutes full of cliq no more stores that's department
I pray to God that nothing comes in between
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
That's on the gang I'm in love with the green
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
I pray to God that nothing comes in between
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
That's on the gang I'm in love with the green
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
You rap niggas is lucky I didn't smarten up earlier
I was busy gettin fitted at the furrier
FN on deck so nothin ever worries us
Tryna be a rap goat I used to be a courier
What the bloodclat grinnin in my mugshot
Like Pablo cus I know no matter what the charge I'm home tomorrow
Countin money with my eyes closed
Pushin flour just to drive rolls
Whoa
My skill level match my build level
Remember when my moms found my base then I was in real trouble
Every night I'm at a five-star steakhouse
While you at ya crib yellin at ya bitch to order takeout
I'm talking prime cuts handpicked by the chef
Stainless steel ice bucket on the table I'm the best
I'm not even tryna flex
Thick bitch lotta sex
Red stripe wit a Prada step
And the front is where I sign the checks
I pray to God that nothing comes in between
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
That's on the gang I'm in love with the green
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
I pray to God that nothing comes in between
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
That's on the gang I'm in love with the green
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
That's on the gang I'm in love with the green
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
I pray to God that nothing comes in between
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
That's on the gang I'm in love with the green
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
What the fuck would I be without all of this breesh
I frequent different countries my nigga I'm out ya reach
Little niggas try big talking
All this King of New York shit til the big horse wit a bottle of Crys walk in
Gold wrappers for a known trapper that traveled the whole Atlas coppin Europeans with the road package
The life I live you niggas only could dream of
Was a hunnit thousand air while you was getting ya streams up
Harlem nigga in a fresh pair
Flows that'll stand up ya neck hairs
Lay back like a desk chair
I get money and I mind my business
And that's a lot of minding
Santos with a lot of diamonds
Symbolizing all the time I spent monetizing
While dodgin sirens
And other felonious acts that I'm not describing
Started one-bed apartment
Now it's deeds
We shop at boutiques
With flutes full of cliq no more stores that's department
I pray to God that nothing comes in between
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
That's on the gang I'm in love with the green
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
I pray to God that nothing comes in between
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
That's on the gang I'm in love with the green
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
You rap niggas is lucky I didn't smarten up earlier
I was busy gettin fitted at the furrier
FN on deck so nothin ever worries us
Tryna be a rap goat I used to be a courier
What the bloodclat grinnin in my mugshot
Like Pablo cus I know no matter what the charge I'm home tomorrow
Countin money with my eyes closed
Pushin flour just to drive rolls
Whoa
My skill level match my build level
Remember when my moms found my base then I was in real trouble
Every night I'm at a five-star steakhouse
While you at ya crib yellin at ya bitch to order takeout
I'm talking prime cuts handpicked by the chef
Stainless steel ice bucket on the table I'm the best
I'm not even tryna flex
Thick bitch lotta sex
Red stripe wit a Prada step
And the front is where I sign the checks
I pray to God that nothing comes in between
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
That's on the gang I'm in love with the green
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
I pray to God that nothing comes in between
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
That's on the gang I'm in love with the green
Uh me and my money machine
Uh, uh
