Money machine – Rich The KId lyrics

Lyrics Money machine – Rich The KId

Money machine lyrics
I was trappin’ out the basement (Trap)
Momma say, “Stay on that grind, boy, be patient”

Spent a couple millies on that lean shit
That’s some fiend shit
I done fucked her, made it wrap and I was trappin’ out the back (Back)
Try’na pull up .. and try to hit me, where them at?
Players hate you for a rack (Rack)
From the bottom, I done made it, that’s a fact (That’s a fact)
Now I rock ..

Look, and I started laughing, uhh
Fuck my ex, fetched with my niggas
I do not care how she feel, though
Know she prolly get jealous, shе should’ve kept it real, though
I know rеal freaks, they called on Facetime to use a deal, though
I ain’t hungry, I’ve been eatin’, I’m trying to touch a meal, thoughhh

Money machine – Rich The KId lyrics
Money machine - Rich The KId
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