Money Machine (REMIX)

I love the money but my heart reside in the street
See myself in a b7 forgiato feet
Hate going to sleep could see my brothers every time I dream
Cold sweats when I'm waking up because demons intervene
Lil bitch done gave me ecstasy we not doing lean
We shooting shit like Stephen Curry 30 got a beam
Bullet hit him in his fucking face for playing with the team
2016 we was sliding to messy murder scene
Nigga where was you at is this a joke
700 on this Fendi shirt I'm looking like ghost
Every time that I step out I put on drip because im a goat
Niggas know im on my way to being rich fuck being broke
In the kitchen water whipping beefy microwaving dope
I can tell you about some shit that you have never seen before
Why the fuck these niggas acting like they about it I don't know
When me and infant be together we something like the bang bros

Thats all facts dead homies
All trials and tribulations been there and done on pooder grave
Niggas out here mad because I don't fuck with them
All my brothers dead and gone
I don't need no nigga behind
Because I got them watching over
Thats on the real
Pay attention and listen real close

Let me tell a story how I shot a nigga and his bitch
Empty out the clip and sped off yelling out crip
This the type of shit ruin your life if you can't repent
Put that on my soul I not lying cuh I can't forget heavy artillery
Bought a big gun for every nigga thought of killing me
Ima pull up on him temp checking niggas energy
Chop with a scope gone refresh a nigga memory
He broke with bitch tendencies
He think he mad because he see his bitch into me
I shoot real fast when I run up on my enemies
I do the dash to the cash like a fucking fiend
Steady popping tags up at neimans on designer dreams
On designer jeans
Im popping tags up at neimans on designer jeans