Money Machine lyrics
by DC The Don
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
What ? Worldwide
Brr-brr
[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, whip it up, money machine, with a black bandana
Whip it up, i'm the new Jet Lee, shawty better watch your cameras (Yah)
Louis V, with a Glock on me, I can't even keep my pants up (What)
Really out when this sh*t get hot and these lil n*ggas Adam Sandler (Yah)
Cartier all up on my lens, I can't see the fakes
Anarchy on the side of my hip, bruh, we can't play it safe (Brr-brr)
That's a jab, it's gon knock him, rearrange his face
That's a thot it's gon blow em, aim and he's dead
[Chorus]
Shawty wait, I can't fake the feeling right now (yah, yah)
It's too many waves in this b*tch right now
She gon pop a perc, got her spinnin' right now
[?] got the sticks, he at thе Heaven gates now
[Verse 1]
Hеllo DC, with a brand new Patek
Know what i'm sayin', I got rich n*gga habits
I'm tryna [?] this b*tch speakin' spanish I hop in that Casper i'm makin her vanish (Skrrt)
Øutlaw bringin' that Damage
Mama be trippin' bro, what is this madness ?
It's time to chill out, bro, you been established, I manage my mood and you're too on the 'Gram
Leakin', we gon' spazz out for no reason
b*tch i'm on the East with ghouls and the demons
Pah-pah, no face no case, I skrrt off in that Demon (Skrr-skrrt)
We gon' f*ck up Sak's fit every season
Rick Owens shirt, Raf Simmons my jeans
Is this your mans ? He ain't on my team
Where the f*ck the promoter, I need my green
Wait, bro, I hit that b*tch KG, ayy big bank roll can't fit in my jeans
Got three stripe shirts got fly away wings
I ain't f*ckin' with him, I can't f*ck with his team, imma take the di*k out the lil b*tch and then leave
Big bank showin', lil baby, i'm a heavyweight
Brodie talkin' hella sh*t send him to heavens gate
Big facts, we gon OD we bringin' hell today
Another rattin' n*gga dead, bro let's celebrate
[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, whip it up, money machine, with a black bandana
Whip it up, i'm the new Jet Lee, shawty better watch your cameras (Yah)
Louis V, with a Glock on me, I can't even keep my pants up (What)
Really out when this sh*t get hot and these lil n*ggas Adam Sandler (Yah)
Cartier all up on my lens, I can't see the fakes
Anarchy on the side of my hip, bruh, we can't play it safe (Brr-brr)
That's a jab, it's gon knock him, rearrange his face
That's a thot it's gon blow em, aim and he's dead
[Chorus]
Shawty wait, I can't fake the feeling right now (yah, yah)
It's too many waves in this b*tch right now
She gon pop a perc, got her spinnin' right now
[?] got the sticks, he at the Heaven gates now
[Verse 2]
I can't feel my face and I can't feel my lungs neither
In that black Range, drove her, b*tch, Jeepers Creepers
Why the f*ck you screamin' "hot" ? bet that n*gga catch a fever
Big body like "woah"
Woke up like imma f*ck a opp, b*tch
f*cking dirty cop, without yo badge you gettin' dropped, b*tch
The Sheriff said "wo wo wo" we on that got sh*t
I heard you got a stick "Boo-hoo-hoo" you ain't got pop sh*t
Body, b*tch, haha, take my body, b*tch
They played yo song, we hittin' skip, that sh*t was potty, b*tch
Yo, we gon' run em out his shoes, Ed Hardy, b*tch
She said "DC you so damn c*cky" well that's obvious
Run a play Gregg Popovich
Yeah, that's easy
2018 they ain't believe me
Now i'm up in this b*tch, get bizzy
Flexin' so goddamn hard, I know they wanna be me
But these n*ggas can't ever go be me
I'm the youngest n*gga in yo TV please don't @ me
[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, whip it up, money machine, with a black bandana
Whip it up, i'm the new Jet Lee, shawty better watch your cameras (Yah)
Louis V, with a Glock on me, I can't even keep my pants up (What)
Really out when this sh*t get hot and these lil n*ggas Adam Sandler (Yah)
Cartier all up on my lens, I can't see the fakes
Anarchy on the side of my hip, bruh, we can't play it safe (Brr-brr)
That's a jab, it's gon knock him, rearrange his face
That's a thot it's gon blow em, aim and he's dead
[Chorus]
Shawty wait, I can't fake the feeling right now (yah, yah)
It's too many waves in this b*tch right now
She gon pop a perc, got her spinnin' right now
[?] got the sticks, he at the Heaven gates now