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I remember sellin' CD’s for another nigga to make my money, ya dig? I ain't goin' back broke, nah, nah Check SipTee, I’m him Check Ah (Yeah), yeah Yeah, yeah, ayy I was trappin' out that basement (Trap) Mama said, "Stay on that grind, boy, be patient" (Boy, be patient) I was runnin' to the money, had to chase it (Chase it) I had made a couple racks, I couldn't waste it (Racks, racks) Now I'm laughin' to the bank, got a big bag (Bag) Freaky little bitch, she gon' ride like Six Flags How the fuck I ran these millies up but I had skipped math? How the hell I got this water on me likе a full bath? (Drip) Let me call my doctor (Doctor), I'm so sick (Sick) When I pull up in that ’Rari, thеy take a pic (Skrrt) How the fuck I got a Bentley truck? They said I wasn’t shit How the fuck I made it rappin'? I done really went legit, damn I’m a college dropout that signed a deal And I know they didn't believe that I'd make it for real I did sleep on the floor, but I never did miss a meal 'Cause mama made a way for a nigga, that’s for real I had been broke, had no hope SongtexteNiggas went down when I sold CD's at the store Lost real niggas that I can't see no more Looked at my past, I ain't goin' back broke Money machine shit (Machine shit) I done seen my nigga dead, you ain't seen shit (You ain't seen shit) Bitches tellin' me they love me, that don't mean shit (That don't mean shit) I done spent a couple milli on that lean shit (Lean shit) That's some fiend shit (No cap) How the fuck I made it rappin'? I was trappin' out the back (Back) Tryna pull up Magic City and tried to hit me with a MAC They'll hit you for a rack (For a rack) From the bottom, I done made it, that's a fact (That's a fact) Now I walk around, pockets on blue bills (Bills) Fuck a bougie bitch but I be in the trap still (Trap) And my niggas rich forever, tryna make a hundred mil' (Mil') Tell her, "Turn around, bend it over," baby, how it feel? (Hey) I'm the boss, I been cashin' (Cashin') Plain jane Patek, I don't do no flashin' (No flashin') I told my mama, "What you tryna get, that Aston?" (Skrrt) She said, "I just want the bands and some cashin'" Then I started laughin' (Ha) Look, then I started laughing, yeah, uh-uh Fuck my ex, fetched with my niggas, I do not care how she feel, though Know she prolly get jealous, she should've kept it real though I know real freaks that called on FaceTime to use a dildo I ain't hungry, I've been eatin', I'm tryna touch a mil' though And I'm still the same nigga that I was without this chain on I'm just out the way, so ain't no one to put the blame on And I know she hide her face 'cause that's exactly where I came on Sold my PlayStation, I ain't the one you gon' run game on Cracked the code on 'em VVS hangin' on my chest, that boy done froze on 'em No paparazzi, all these diamonds strike a pose on 'em You gave 'em trust and now you mad because you told on you Yeah, you told on you Cracked the code on 'em VVS hangin' on my chest, that boy done froze on 'em No paparazzi, all these diamonds strike a pose on 'em Gave 'em trust and now you mad because you told on you Yeah, you told on you SipTee, I'm him Money machine shit Money machine shit, money machine shit, ah Aus Songtexte Mania