The Machinist

Don't hit me on no more, money, and all That. Weed, chimney. But let's get some other money. My for the 808. Yeah. Yeah. The Machinist. Uh, good job. Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy. Green Pontiac, hit the corner, I was mobbin' Whole Lotta dank, whole lotta choppers Know my line, Little snow, I might knock it Certified P, I just glide when I'm walkin' Mac when I'm Talkin' I'm strapped and I'm ballin' why you Talkin'? I'm the sharpest Step on the scene, Clean as I can be tell a young be All that you can be. I came from the Block to real estate and yachts. Chillin' but I'm hot Switchy on the rock Digi Weighin' rocks Three fours clockin' on clockin' F Been stockin' I'm dippin' up the hill white ghost Posted See my cuz Phil, might gotta tuck forty I'm on it, everything I do be the coldest Everywhere I push be the coldest. Numbers. Ayy, ayy, I'm a mother G, I get money in my sleep. Give a what niggas talkin', I need everything. Dope dealin', workin', that's just what we see. Hell yeah, I'm gon' stunt, and I ride stupid Clean. Big diggies and a chain, I'm a product Of the game. I ain't gotta say it twice, She gon' do what I say. Tryna make it to the top, tryna make it Out the game. I need money and the whips, Everything. Ayy, ayy, ayy. Please, don't hit my phone with the Manny, I'll squeeze If a reach for this chain, Knock his Kool-Aid Street I don't want fame, I be bikin' But even then I still got Flame on my waist Heard a need 'bout ten, Sellin' angels We can meet around ten, I'm just parked Tan Tahoe with the bag, Movin' smart Different location with the mag, Where the Suck that try to get me Tweaky 'bout to bend the corner, drive fifty I'm way too rich to trip And way too Legit to quit Hold on, yo Grippin' on her Neck while I'm strokin' Tucked a hundred thousand, I ain't blow it Every time I clap, you Is charged I don't just rap, street poet everybody Know it Ayy, ayy, ayy. I'm a mother G, I get money in my Sleep. Give a what niggas talkin', I need Everything. dealin', workin', that's just what we See. Hell yeah, I'm gon' stunt, and I ride Stupid clean. Big diggies and a chain, I'm a product of the game. I ain't gotta say it twice, she gon' do What I say. Tryna make it to the top, Tryna make it out the game. I need money and the whips, everything. I need all that. Every mother dime of that. Yeah, TFN, Numbers. Good job. DJ Idea, what's happenin'? Uh. Yeah. Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy.