Gucci Mane - Money Machine (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - Money Machine (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
Wop, money!
(Honorable C-Note)
Florescent lamps in my crib,
providing life for my seeds
I'm a get money marine, I
sent coke in submarines
Irrigation machines, hydraulic
water machines
My money counting machine sound
like a sewing machine
Cash machine on the dresser, machine
gun with that compressor
Dope presser machine, I'm
re-rocking everything
Claim I'm laundering money but
where the washing machines?
They know my trap house pump out
quarters like a slot machine
In a futuristic whip look
like a time machine
Old school dropped a lil
one fine machine
Making chips off coke and soda
like a vending machine
Dog food with the quinoa
in my blending machine
Sip so much Codeine and Sprite
I need a soda machine
So I can sit it next to my
joint rolling machine
And it's placed parallel
to the Carbon 15
With the scope, monkey nuts,
and the infrared beam
The machine don't make the man,
the man make the machine
So many try to sabotage,
can't stop the regime
Call me 'Wop the puppet master,
I'm just pulling the strings
Screaming please don't look at
the puppet like American Me
Take a tour with me a-down
south, American G
Tryna flood the dirty south,
East Atlanta, and streets
With this high grade
uncut Colombian tea
Yeah I got it for cheap but
you ain't get it from me
Got this high grade uncut
Colombian tea
Yeah I got it for cheap but
you can't get it for free
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my, beep
8 figure niggas man
When I say boss I mean
that, ya heard me?
I'm so fuck what I sold, my
toilet seats solid gold
You should see my new palace cause
that bitch bigger than Lowe's
I'm a 8 figure nigga, I run
the check to the ceiling
Since Gucci came home bitches
back in they feelings
I'm in Dubai on parole,
I Abu Dhabi my hoes
If she fuck all the rappers,
she say hip hop in her soul
100 grand in all twenties,
they said that I couldn't
50 grand to my bitch just
cause her ex was looking
Red bottom boss, I call
the yayo caucasian
Choppers sleep on the couch
ready for home invasions
These pussies watching my Snap,
they know that I'm strapped
On the road to the riches bitches
I'm running my laps
Wizop, beep, racks
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