Money Machine - Luxury Tax

Fifth

Pyrex, turn me up

Uh, fuck goin' on man

Peace, crush pulled up in a double cup

I swear I pulled up in a Bentley truck (Facts)

These niggas be mad, they be switchin' up

All the money, huh, why would I give a fuck

Three bitches want me, eenie miney moe

Percocet, molly, a little coke

Gettin' head, smokin' weed while I pour the po'

I’m a hustler, neck and my wrist so froze

I stand out like a centerfold

Back to back foreigns, it’s where I go

I keep this shit on me everywhere I go

So many hunnids my bankroll don’t fold

I trap it, I get it, it’s already sold

Jump off the jet, no stylist my drip

My chain looked like it jumped off a jet ski

It’s gon' take more than D-Bo to scare me

We ain’t the same, don’t compare me

Rosemary diamonds imported from Paris

Spent a whole M without havin' a deal

Sizzle my brother, I’m shootin' to kill

Lawyer just cost me a fifty, plus

It got me back pourin' the lean up

I fuck on your spouse all over the couch

Dick in her mouth, dickin' her out

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I had a dream, shit ain’t what it seems

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I got work, I got pints and pills

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FN no kick back, rappin', sendin' packs

Just to get them racks

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Red bottoms bleedin', dressed in all red like a demon

I be splurgin' for no reason

They tryna have threesomes now that I’m eatin'

Bon appetit, I mix and match drip, I be fresh for no reason

I was blowin' it down, got kicked out The Four Seasons

Fuck all you Instagram hoes in my leisure

I pop a Perc', I go titanium

You rappers are so WrestleMania (Facts)

I got it, I keep it, it stay with me

Poppin' Percs, sippin' lean, ease the pain away

Back to back foreigns, they slidin' the gang way

They wanna be down, so they do it the gang way

All this money around, how I’m gon' have a frown face

Pay my lawyer them racks, like I better not do one day

I flew with these hands like my bitch with the foreplay

Everything tight when I’m splashin' the court

Meet all my plugs on the dock or the boat

My ice fresh off of the slopes, get it and go

Cookin' that work in the spot, please don’t get close to the stove

Yeah, anything goes, play with the gang

Gave it all that I got

But niggas still come up with plots to try to know me out my spot

Count it up, money machine it

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I had a dream, shit ain’t what it seems

Count it up, money machine it

Count it up, money machine it

Count it up, money machine it

I got work, I got pints and pills

Count it up, money machine it

Count it up, money machine it

Count it up, money machine it

FN no kick back, rappin', sendin' packs

Just to get them racks

Count it up, money machine it

Count it up, money machine it