Nashawn - All Summer Long lyrics

[Intro: Nashawn] Money Machine, uh Check me out now, yea, uh Check me out now, uh Money Machine, uh, uh, yea Check me out now [Nashawn] Yo, uh you see that Benz her friends wanna ride in it Switch it out to Automatic and she ride on Stick Baby Girl nice sizin', thighs all thick I'm half there Mami, soon be rich And that Money Machine is squirtin' out Benji's Don't count $1's, $20's, or $50's Stay wit me until you see my Pock knot empty Propz on the block, $1,000 Bills Crispy b**hes always wanna kiss me Knowin' when she miss me Not tellin' her man say she wit Britney Knowin' I'mma have my dick where her Ribs be Goin' all crazy tryin' to shift Kidney And I know why she pick me Hoes from Yit, and ?*Periphery*? Down south, West side and Sicily She got love in her Bones The way I come down, Nashawn Jones [Hook: Nashawn (Jungle)] **2X** All Summer Long (All Summer) We Stackin' Cheddar (Get Money) And it neva felt so hard (QB c'mon) Money Machine (Machine) We got that Coco Triple Kilo (Kilos) When they see us they scream (Scream) [Jungle] Pretty Young thang only little freak, stop frontin' Take your pants off, let's get it jumpin' You look good, Could I see how your p**y feel ? For real, you got a whole lot of Sex Appeal I'm from the Projects -] QB where the P's at Sellin' Crack, bustin' gats and that's all that Your a** Phat tell your Baby Pops fall back Or relax I will hit 'em up wit the Mac But you I'm Puttin' different Position Baby Girl listen, I'll be your addiction Your legs hard no stretch mark on your Stomach I hit it right, every night just like you want it I got your G spot cutie pie I won't stop You come lie on top s** wasn't hot You got an Onion wit a Small Waist Smell so good I wanna see how you taste [Hook: Nashawn (Jungle)] **2X** All Summer Long (All Summer) We Stackin' Cheddar (Get Money) And it neva felt so hard (QB c'mon) Money Machine (Machine) We got that Coco Triple Kilo (Kilos) When they see us they scream (Scream) [Wiz] You see my mental lop, got a thing for cop She throwin' her a** at me, I'm hopin' to see it drop I'm hopin' to see the p**y, I'm hopin' to see it pop She tippy, tippy GOD DAMN! now let me see it live She drop top, now she doin' slower motion DAMN! that's overdosin' right there Hold it open, I'm scopin' though she holdin' Get all greeny she she see's me That money get me, get me Do somethin' strange for change Somethin' needy just for penny I'mma GANGSTA! P I M P Braveheart, if you f** wit me n***as they talk but don't want nuttin' wit me You see I got these b**hes Hypnotized I'm runnin' 'em and workin' thorough bred are thighs YOu see the looks in they eyes, they neva slippin' They either give me my money, Or else, I'm popin' the clippin' Don't play me too close or plug wit toast Money Machine - we give ya a dose [Hook: Nashawn (Jungle)]