Money Machine

I know you hear that money machine, so much cash I can barely count it

I done fucked like 1, 2, 3, 5 hoes this week, but boy who countin'

Shit, when I was down, out the only way to stay was countin'

And the truth be told, I done touched more money than a countin'

I'm tryna be on top, mountain after we roll that nigga, we bouncin'

That boy broke, he need allowance, I do whatever when they don't allow it

Welcome to the jungle where we be wildin', but I get groovy with this gun, baby

I be feelin' like Austin Powers

I told bro like, let's get rich. Man on fire, Denzel

Every track's a target, I got hits. You couldn't fuck with me, you should quit