Lyrics money machine - Dylan Brady , Laura Les , 100 gecs
Hey,
you
lil'
piss
baby
You
think
you're
so
fucking
cool?
Huh?
You
think
you're
so
fucking
tough?
You
talk
a
lotta
big
game
for
someone
with
such
a
small
truck
Aw,
look
at
those
arms
Your
arms
look
so
fucking
cute
They
look
like
lil'
cigarettes
I
bet
I
could
smoke
you
I
could
roast
you
And
then
you'd
love
it
and
you'd
text
me,
"I
love
you"
And
then
I'd
fucking
ghost
you
With
the
big
boys
coming
with
the
big
stuff
I
feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine,
oh
yeah
Big
boys
coming
with
the
big
trucks
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine,
oh
yeah
Big
boys
coming
with
the
big
trucks
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine,
oh
yeah
Big
boys
coming
with
the
picture
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine,
oh
yeah
(oh
yeah)
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine
Tell
me
what's
the
deal,
I've
been
tryin'
to
go
to
bed
I've
been
up
for
days,
I've
been
tryna
get
ahead
Said
it
all
before,
and
I'll
say
it
once
again
I'm
better
off
alone
Tell
me
what's
the
deal,
I've
been
trying
to
go
to
bed
I've
been
up
for
days,
I've
been
tryna
get
ahead
Said
it
all
before,
and
I'll
say
it
once
again
I'm
better
off
alone
With
the
big
boys
coming
with
the
big
stuff
I
feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine,
oh
yeah
Big
boys
coming
with
the
big
trucks
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine,
oh
yeah
Big
boys
coming
with
the
big
trucks
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine,
oh
yeah
Big
boys
coming
with
the
picture
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine,
oh
yeah
(oh
yeah)
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine
Feel
so
clean
like
a
money
machine
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