Money Machine Lyrics

[Chorus]
Money machine to count up all my figures
I don’t need friends I don’t fuck with these niggas
Bitches on me just to hope that I pick them
If he try me and I might snap I might kill him
Ain’t popped a pill still numb in my feelings
Hard to do good when you grew up with villains
Car like the citrus I get to the peeling
You chasing the M’s
My minds on a billion
Money machine to count up all my figures
I don’t need friends I don’t fuck with these niggas
Bitches on me just to hope that I pick them
If he try me and I might snap I might kill him
Ain’t popped a pill still numb in my feelings
Hard to do good when you grew up with villains
Car like the citrus I get to the peeling
You chasing the M’s
My minds on a billion
[Verse]
My minds on a billion
Swerving the coupe with Brazilians
Watching out for all civilians
Pockets on pockets I’m filling
Drink with a pill in
She gave me top no ceiling
I’m chilling at the top no building
Two Glock wielding
Cause niggas out here be killing
Had to stick out couldn’t be no chameleon
They fight over M’s and missing on billions
Once I started this couldn’t stop nigga
Never think what they say is what you are nigga
I shine when it’s dark I’m a star nigga
When you need them is they going ride with you
Most times you going find no ones down with you
Most times you going find they just want from you
Ain’t talking hell cats but there’s challengers when they see a young nigga just living up

[Chorus]
Money machine to count up all my figures
I don’t need friends I don’t fuck with these niggas
Bitches on me just to hope that I pick them
If he try me and I might snap I might kill him
Ain’t popped a pill still numb in my feelings
Hard to do good when you grew up with villains
Car like the citrus I get to the peeling
You chasing the M’s
My minds on a billion
Money machine to count up all my figures
I don’t need friends I don’t fuck with these niggas
Bitches on me just to hope that I pick them
If he try me and I might snap I might kill him
Ain’t popped a pill still numb in my feelings
Hard to do good when you grew up with villains
Car like the citrus I get to the peeling
You chasing the M’s
My minds on a billion