Pardison Fontaine - Money Machine lyrics

Yeah
I need the money, fuck what you talkin' 'bout
(yeah) m-O-N-E-Y, I need that money, nigga 
(Nothin' never change)
I need money, ahh! (Nothin' never change)
I need money! (Look, woo)

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, motherfuckin' man, uh
Why your ass always bustin' out the jeans? Uh
Fuck a ring, you need a money machine, uh
Run it up, run it up, run
It up until 'til it ding, uh
If your nigga 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

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 shit 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 ass stick out way
More than your stomach (Hit it)

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, motherfuckin' man, uh
Why your ass always bustin' out the jeans? Uh
Fuck a ring, you need a money machine, uh
Run it up, run it up, run
It up until 'til it ding, uh
If your nigga 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

This club is hot as hell
Tell me how you cold (How you cold)
Why you look like you measurin' niggas 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' shit 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'

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, motherfuckin' man, uh
Why your ass always bustin' out the jeans? Uh
Fuck a ring, you need a money machine, uh
Run it up, run it up, run
It up until 'til it ding, uh
If your nigga 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