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Fat Freddy man What's the matter with the fat man? The dude ain't got you money Well, he's been all stretched out like he's come into some money or something But that's his ass He's good for it It's that bitch of his, you know, that's a problem I've got 15 men out in the street Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve, is that it? Is that what you tryina tell me dude? Money, yeah Money machine, yeah, do you even what the money machine sound like? Money machine, haha, nigga calm down, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Count it up past perfection, never changes you mind up Racks on racks on my account Damn Oh no, the break of dawn Can't stab nigga too hot early morn I'm at the round shot, fool, I really be on My chip full of shift Sketch it out and put it together, I really do this Driving gloves Louis Vuitton, my shoes is glued to the pedal Pressed to the metal, I'm moving, Jets in the house bitch, you ain't help us move in SongtexteSo why you got your hands out now stupid? Had you played your role You would have got your credit at the end of the movie Listening to them hoes you all front, Street swimming that blood so close, bitch in the sharp weed, hoe you lunch meat You thinking up something sweet, got me confused With the cotton candy hues on my 83 Diamonds against my wood lighting one up for pimp c Driving with no tint to let them hoes notice Smoke it, yeah Money machine, maybe you could count on Money machine, money machine You could count on High rises, wise guysing, my wise counting dollars Pile up, a batmobile in my drive way The sky diver, bringing more kush, jet fueled to the fire Round you them bad bitches acting mad quiet Hoes in the lawn tryina tag team ride it Nigga it's the pilot, boat deck in my nautical sweats I'm yachting Open water wailing like the somalian pirate Spotted your bitch and she instantly plotted I'm ditching yo simp and riding Jet life is simple, we got it To be honest, them other fools is square boxes Funny nigga singing out, they came and faxes Don't trip, we gonn keep doing our shit, fool! Ain't nothing changed but the balance On accounts in my name keep adding, maine Money machine, maybe you could count on Money machine, money machine You could count on Aus Songtexte Mania