money machine - 100 gecs, A. G. Cook

You think you’re so fucking tough

You talk a lotta big gear

For someone with a small truck

Oh look at those arms

Your arms look so fucking cute

They look like little cigarettes

I could smoke you

I could roast you

And then you’d love it

And you’d text me, I love you

And I’d ghost you

Big boys coming with the big stuff

I feel so clean like a money machine

Big boys coming with the big trucks

Feel so clean like a money machine

Big boys coming with the big stuff

I feel so clean like a money machine

Big boys coming with the big trucks

I feel so clean like a money machine

I feel so clean like a money machine

I feel so clean I feel so clean

Tell me what’s the deal

I’ve been tryna go to bed

I’ve been up for days

I’ve been tryna get ahead

Said it all before

And I’ll say it once again

I’m better off alone

Tell me what’s the deal

I’ve been tryna go to bed

I’ve been up for days

I’ve been tryna get ahead

Said it all before

And I’ll say it once again

I’m better off alone

Big boys coming with the big stuff

I feel so clean like a money machine

Big boys coming with the big trucks

I feel so clean like a money machine

Big boys coming with the big stuff

I feel so clean like a money machine

Big boys coming with the big trucks

I feel so clean like a money machine

I feel so clean like a money machine

I feel so clean I feel so clean

Feel so clean like a money machine

Feel so clean like a money machine

I feel so clean like a money machine

Feel so clean I feel so clean

Big boys coming with the big stuff

I feel so clean like a money machine

Big boys coming with the big trucks

I feel so clean like a money machine

Big boys coming with the big stuff

I feel so clean like a money machine

Big boys coming with the big trucks

I feel so clean like a money machine