Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E. - Money Machine lyrics

[Intro] Wop, money! (Honorable C-Note) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Florescent lamps in my crib, providing life for my seeds I'm a get money marine, I sent coke in submarines Irrigation machines, hydraulic water machines My money counting machine sound like a sewing machine Cash machine on the dresser, machine gun with that compressor Dope presser machine, I'm re-rocking everything Claim I'm laundering money but where the washing machines? They know my trap house pump out quarters like a slot machine In a futuristic whip look like a time machine Old school dropped a lil one fine machine Making chips off coke and soda like a vending machine Dog food with the quinoa in my blending machine Sip so much Codeine and Sprite I need a soda machine So I can sit it next to my joint rolling machine And it's placed parallel to the Carbon 15 With the scope, monkey nuts, and the infrared beam The machine don't make the man, the man make the machine So many try to sabotage, can't stop the regime Call me 'Wop the puppet master, I'm just pulling the strings Screaming please don't look at the puppet like American Me Take a tour with me a-down south, American G Tryna flood the dirty south, East Atlanta, and streets With this high grade uncut Colombian tea Yeah I got it for cheap but you ain't get it from me Got this high grade uncut Colombian tea Yeah I got it for cheap but you can't get it for free [Hook: Gucci Mane] My money machine, my money machine My money machine go beep-beep My money machine, my money machine My money machine go beep-beep My money machine, my money machine My money machine, my money machine My money machine, my money machine My money machine, my, beep My money machine, my money machine My money machine go beep-beep My money machine, my money machine My money machine go beep-beep [Verse 2: Rick Ross] 8 figure n***as man When I say boss I mean that, ya heard me? I'm so f** what I sold, my toilet seats solid gold You should see my new palace cause that b**h bigger than Lowe's I'm a 8 figure n***a, I run the check to the ceiling Since Gucci came home b**hes back in they feelings I'm in Dubai on parole, I Abu Dhabi my hoes If she f** all the rappers, she say hip hop in her soul 100 grand in all twenties, they said that I couldn't 50 grand to my b**h just cause her ex was looking Red bottom boss, I call the yayo caucasian Choppers sleep on the couch ready for home invasions These pussies watching my Snap, they know that I'm strapped On the road to the riches b**hes I'm running my laps [Hook: Gucci Mane] My money machine, my money machine My money machine go beep-beep My money machine, my money machine My money machine go beep-beep My money machine, my money machine My money machine, my money machine My money machine, my money machine My money machine, my, beep My money machine, my money machine My money machine go beep-beep My money machine, my money machine My money machine go beep-beep [Outro] Wizop, beep, racks