Testo Money Machine - Pardison Fontaine
Testo della canzone Money Machine (Pardison Fontaine), tratta dall'album UNDER8ED
Yeah
I need the money, fuck what you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
M-O-N-E-Y, I need that money, nigga (nothing ever change)
I need money, ah! (Nothing ever change)
I need money! (Look, whoa)
Girl, you look like you don't got on draws
Girl, you look like 200 missed calls
Girl, you look like you know this shit is yours
Girl, you look like you heard this shit before, look
Fuck with me (me), motherfuckin' me, uh (uh)
Why your ass always bustin' out the jeans? Uh (uh)
Fuck a ring, you need a money machine, uh
Run it up, run it up, run it up until it ding, uh
If your nigga broke, he a joke, he ain't a man
Baby, it's a snack, nah, it's a everything
Run it up, run it up, run it up until it ding (pop!)
You don't need no man, you need a money machine
Oh, oh, oh, whoa
Oh, oh, oh, whoa
Oh-ay, oh-ay, oh-ay, whoa
Oh-ay, oh-ay, oh-ay, whoa
Look (hey!)
Little girl that be in the hood actin' Hollywood
You the reason that I bought these bands way before I should
Bring a rubber, I don't put it on even though I should, 'cause
Ain't no pullin' out when the shit that good
What you got? (What you got?)
Rang up to the top (ay!)
Take my word for it, I done had a lot
Make it pop (make it pop)
Do it 'til your legs hurt (whoa)
Girl, you look like you should be on Food Network, ay
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' (you know you runnin')
And your ass stick out more than your stomach (hit it! Whoa)
Girl, you look like you don't got on draws (no!)
Girl, you look like 200 missed calls (rr, whoa)
Girl, you look like you know this shit is yours (you know)
Girl, you look like you heard this shit before, look (whoa)
Fuck with me (me), motherfuckin' me, uh (uh)
Why your ass always bustin' out the jeans? Uh (uh)
Fuck a ring, you need a money machine, uh
Run it up, run it up, run it up until it ding, uh
If your nigga broke, he a joke, he ain't a man
Baby, it's a snack, nah, it's a everything
Run it up, run it up, run it up until it ding (pop!)
You don't need no man, you need a money machine
Oh, oh, oh, whoa
Oh, oh, oh, whoa
Oh-ay, oh-ay, oh-ay, whoa
Oh-ay, oh-ay, oh-ay, whoa
Uh
This club is hot as hell, tell me, how you cold? (How you cold?)
Why you look like you measurin' niggas' soles? (Niggas' soles)
Off guard, why it still look like you posed?
You look like you know your way around a stove (ay)
You not the same, girl, you were before (no!)
Price goin' up, Lamborghini doors (go!)
Why you always wanna play right after tip-off? (After tip-off)
Why you always wearin' shit I wanna rip off? (Ay!)
Mm
You gon' have me in and out of court (out of court)
Girl, you look like ATMs and child support (whoa)
Swervin' through the traffic, why you wildin'? (Why you wildin'?)
Girl, you just as bad as your drivin' (yeah!)
Girl, you look like you don't got on draws
Girl, you look like 200 missed calls
Girl, you look like you know this shit is yours
Girl, you look like you heard this shit before, look
Fuck with me (me), motherfuckin' me, uh (uh)
Why your ass always bustin' out the jeans? Uh (uh)
Fuck a ring, you need a money machine, uh
Run it up, run it up, run it up until it ding, uh
If your nigga broke, he a joke, he ain't a man
Baby, it's a snack, nah, it's a everything
Run it up, run it up, run it up until it ding (pop!)
You don't need no man, you need a money machine
Credits
Writer(s): Antwan Patton, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade, Dominik Patrzek, Jorden Thorpe, Andrew Steven Benjamin, Phillip Anthony Jr Coleman, Matice P Brown
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