Money Machine - Pardison Fontaine

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