[Chorus: Xtanic]
My Thumbs hurt, I need a money machine
Count the paper, tax Evasion
I need my money in stacks
My bitch she crazy and she foreign too
Her name is Ashley
My Thumbs hurt, I need a money machine
Count the paper, tax Evasion
I need my money in stacks
My bitch she crazy and she foreign too
Her name is Ashley
[Verse 1: Xtanic]
I still need my money in stacks
I couldn’t find anybody so I hopped on the beat again
But its all cool coz I still got more to say
Gimme some credit x2
Look what I have done
Look at what I have concurred
I got Tam Carson on a song and you still doubting me
Can't compare none of you niggas to me
None of you niggas move like me
Whats next?
If I talk about it niggas go hate
So You’ll never know with me
Niggas go hate my nigga
Niggas is fake my nigga
Niggas be acting like bitches
You swear they sit down when they piss
[Chorus: Xtanic]
My Thumbs hurt, I need a money machine
Count the paper, tax Evasion
I need my money in stacks
My bitch she crazy and she foreign too
Her name is Ashley
My Thumbs hurt, I need a money machine
Count the paper, tax Evasion
I need my money in stacks
My bitch she crazy and she foreign too
Her name is Ashley
[Verse 2:Tam Carson]:
Trap the keys out the car
Outta this world we might go far
Always had to take out the rock I’m a star
I feel like I’m balling Lebraun and Lamar
Money machines going crrr no distortion
Mother of rap we ain’t talking abortion
I’ll never settle for nobody’s portion
This shit is wet slippery caution
I like it even round off to foursome
I’m feeling free like my name is Morgan
They be like carson carson swinging off beats like I’m Tarzan this shit done made me a Marshian
I need my RACKS no time for a bargain
I’m spitting FACTS But fuck it I’m all in
Hold up
Let me get back on my shit
I need money machine
I can’t commit to these rubber bands
It ain’t enough for the dream
They gonna tell me I did it the minute I get all of the budniss cream
I don’t look up to a lot of them
I might be talking extreme
Atleast my talk never cheap
Still count the money on the bad days
The industry ain’t for the weak
Bad bitches that’s foreign too
She angelic Angelique
Cop Patek Philippe
Stay in my lane like I come from the streets
I know it’s my time to eat rrrr