MoneyMachine

Money Machine (Clean) - Gucci Mane/Rick Ross

Written by：London Holmes/R. Davis

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

D**e 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 money machine

My money machine go beep-beep

My money machine my money machine

My money machine my money machine

My money machine my money machine

My money machine my beep

My money machine my money machine

My money machine go beep-beep

My money machine my money machine

My money machine go beep-beep

8 figure niggas man

When I say boss I mean that ya heard me

I'm so f**k what I sold my toilet seats solid gold

You should see my new palace cause that b**ch bigger than Lowe's

I'm a 8 figure ni**a I run the check to the ceiling

Since Gucci came home b**ches back in they feelings

I'm in Dubai on parole I Abu Dhabi my hoes

If she f**k 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 b**ch 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 b**ches I'm running my laps

My money machine my money machine

My money machine go beep-beep

My money machine my money machine

My money machine go beep-beep