pardison fontaine - money machine lyrics
[intro]
yeah
i need the money, f-ck what you talkin’ ’bout (yeah)
m-o-n-e-y, i need that money, n-gga (nothin’ never change)
i need money, ahh! (nothin’ never change)
i need money! (look, woo)
[chorus]
girl, you look like you don’t got on draws
girl, you look like 200 missed calls
girl, you look like you know this sh-t is yours
girl, you look like you heard this sh-t before, look
f-ck with me, motherf-ckin’ man, uh
why your -ss always bustin’ out the jeans? uh
f-ck a ring, you need a money machine, uh
run it up, run it up, run it up until ’til it ding, uh
if your n-gga broke, he a joke, he ain’t man
baby, it’s a snack, nah, it’s an everything
run it up, run it up, run it up until ’til it ding, uh
you don’t need no man, you need a money machine
[verse 1]
look, little girl that be in the hood actin’ hollywood
you the reason that i brought these bands way before i should
bring a rubber, i don’t put it on even though i should, ’cause
ain’t no pulln’ out when the sh-t that good
what you got? (what you got?) rang up to the top (ayy)
take my word for it, i done had a lot
make it pop (make it pop), do it ’til your legs hurt
girl, you look like you should be on food network (ayy)
girl, get hip to my lingo (to my lingo)
pink panties on, you look like flamingo (like flamingo)
you don’t trust these hoes ’cause you know you runnin’ (know you runnin’)
and your -ss stick out way more than your stomach (hit it)
[chorus]
girl, you look like you don’t got on draws
girl, you look like 200 missed calls
girl, you look like you know this sh-t is yours
girl, you look like you heard this sh-t before, look
f-ck with me, motherf-ckin’ man, uh
why your -ss always bustin’ out the jeans? uh
f-ck a ring, you need a money machine, uh
run it up, run it up, run it up until ’til it ding, uh
if your n-gga broke, he a joke, he ain’t man
baby, it’s a snack, nah, it’s an everything
run it up, run it up, run it up until ’til it ding, uh
you don’t need no man, you need a money machine
[verse 2]
this club is hot as h-ll, tell me how you cold (how you cold)
why you look like you measurin’ n-ggas soles?
off guard, why it still look like you posed?
you look like you know your way around a stove (ayy)
you not the same girl you were before (no)
price goin’ up, lamborghini doors (go)
why you always wanna play right after tip-off?
why you always wearin’ sh-t i wanna rip off?
you gon’ have me in and out of court
girl, you look like atms and child support
swervin’ through the traffic, why you wildin’?
girl, you just as bad as your drivin’
[chorus]
girl, you look like you don’t got on draws
girl, you look like 200 missed calls
girl, you look like you know this sh-t is yours
girl, you look like you heard this sh-t before, look
f-ck with me, motherf-ckin’ man, uh
why your -ss always bustin’ out the jeans? uh
f-ck a ring, you need a money machine, uh
run it up, run it up, run it up until ’til it ding, uh
if your n-gga broke, he a joke, he ain’t man
baby, it’s a snack, nah, it’s an everything
run it up, run it up, run it up until ’til it ding, uh
you don’t need no man, you need a money machine
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