Shad, Mahmoud - Slot Machines lyrics

Slot machines slot machines, slot machines
Slot machines, slot machines
From, pop machines to pocket screens
Casino scene, these slot machines
We, drive through and walk between 'em

Give me some cash to put away
(Casino scene, these slot machines)
I’m trying to make me some today
(Drive through and walk between 'em)
I hope my pockets handle debt
(Pop machines to pocket screens
Casino scenes)
I’m gonna spend all that I have
(Drive through and walk between 'em)

Playing slots when I cop another cocktail
Then open Hotmail, 10 percent off sale
So I go to that shop
Hoping that's the jackpot
Got matching hat, socks
And black watch but that slot failed
Need to keep trying, so I say let me buy
This delicious deep-fried cheese-covered
Meat pie (Crash)
Need a sweet lime, tea then I treat my-
Self to a free live girl in some knee-highs
Then, check texts and my tweets for a reply
Refresh, refresh, refresh, deep sigh
Swear one of these times
Keep playing slots like
Let me try tomorrow promise this
Was just a off-night
Maybe this chick, this click, this drip
It’s, funny how we broke and they
Selling us a quick fix
Selling us addictions and sickness the
Business of sugar, fat
Likes and a like it’s no different than

Slot machines, slot machines
Slot machines, slot machines
From pop machines to pocket screens
We, drive through and walk between 'em

Oh, give me some cash to put away
(Slot machines, slot machines)
I’m trying to make me some today
I hope my pockets handle debt
(Slot machines)
I’m gonna spend all that I have
(Slot machines, slot machines)
Oh (Pop machines to pocket screens)
(Pop machines to pocket screens)
Oh (Casino scene)
(Drive through and walk between 'em)


Quick money, quick money, quick money
Quick money- money, quick money

Uh, in the city of the quick cash
Spend and the quick cash lend
When the quick cash ends in a big crash
Dizzy from the quick fast spins and the
Whiplash like hitting a big black Benz
My friends in hard times
Like this mademoiselle
That always thought she’d own a boat
Now she’s having a sale
Couldn’t afford a laptop
Named her daughter Adele
And it hurts ‘cause her
Favourite singer's Patti LaBelle
Shorty dropped out of college
Around the College Dropout
I co-op interned when she copped out
I started popping when her
First kid popped out
Rock bottom 'til she heard
This and rocked out 'Cause they taught us to
Compete and not cooperate
And said your body’s not
Complete until you operate
They want us all to want when
What we got is great
And God is great that money talks but
Doesn’t got a lot to say
Just some slots to play

Quick money- money, quick money
Quick- quick money