Machine

You gon lose your life, you gon lose your life
I been chasing cash, I been chasing money
Don't chase shorties
Whole other story, thinking I'm weak nigga you retarded
With my hands on Chris Brown
She a big batty hatari
I got six hoes tu pale

I don't do Splinter, I don't do rats
Blow me like a saxophone
Sorry mom I ain't that gentle
My facade is really fucking with your mental
It's a rough day reschedule
Money money machine, I'm the one yeah cash cow
Don't doubt me now, I'm the boy
I'm the boy, I'm the nigga, I'm the kid
You heard we don't give a fuck bout what you did
Bad ting by my side it's unfortunate
Gimme that cash
I'm gonna do the most with it

Gimme that cash
Fill it up in a satchel
We do not talk private affairs outside the sesh room
Camera flash
They on my ass now
Cooking up slappers while you fucking in the next room
We do not slack
Burn on every track
We moving miles forward oh no we never look back
We stacking up
We stacking up pink notes and we gon pop off with the fam
YSL scent on me please, I'm thugging with elegance
Queen B machine, I'm sailing
Niko maji clean, never failing
I'm chasing a bag of green, chiefing a bag of green
In love with the music scene might cop it a wedding ring
Might get me a badder ting
Gimme that guap
No negotiation for the bag
We bout to break the bank and then Imma break her back
She see we break the bank now she wanna lick the sack
Now she wanna lick the sack

Bad, bad, bad shorty what you say now
I could pull up in the 'Rarri or the Wraith now
Woah, woah, woah, what you say now
Woah, woah, woah, woah, what you say now
Bad, bad, bad shorty what you say now
I could pull up in the 'Rarri or the Wraith now
Woah, woah, woah, what you say now
Woah, woah, woah, woah, what you say now