The Machinist lyrics

See how we fuckin' wit' it? Don't hit me on no motherfuckin' maney shit, all that weak ass chimmy shit Nigga, let's get some motherfuckin' money, nigga (idea comin' for the 808) Yeah, yeah The machinist, nigga Uh, good job, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Green Pontiac, hit the corner, I was mobbin' Whole lotta' [?], nigga, whole lotta' choppas Bitch on my line, lil snow, I might knock her Certified P, I just glide when I'm walkin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Mack when I'm talkin', strapped and I'm ballin' Bitch, why you talkin'? Bitch, I'm the sharpest Step on the scene, nigga, clean as I can be I tell a young nigga, Be all that you can be I came from the block, to real estate and yachts Chillin' but I'm hot, switchy on the rock Digi' weight and rocks, [?] [?], FN stockin' I'm dippin' up the hill, white [?] See my cuts filled, might gotta' tuck forty I'm on it, everything I do be the coldest Everywhere [?] be the coldest, nigga I'm a motherfuckin' G, I get money in my sleep Give a fuck what niggas talkin', nigga, I need everything Dope dealin', hoes workin', nigga, that's just what we seen Hell yeah, I'm gon' stunt, and I'm ridin' stupid clean Big D's in the chain, I'm a product of the game I ain't gotta' say it twice, she gon' do what I say Tryna make it to the top, tryna make it out the game I need money, whips, bitch, everything Bitch, please Don't hit my phone with the maney, I squeeze If a nigga reach for this chain, I'm just coolin' Street nigga, I don't want fame, I be bikin' But even then, I still got flame On my way, heard a nigga need bout' ten San Leandro, maybe we can meet around ten I'm just parked, tan Tahoe with the bag, movin' smart Different location with the mack, with a bitch Sucka ass nigga tried to get me, tweakin' Bout' to bend the corner, drop fifty But fuck it, I'm way too rich to trip And way too legit to quit, hol' on Yokin', grippin' on her neck while I'm strokin' Tuck the hundred thousand, I ain't blow it Every time I clap, use Trojans I don't just rap, street poet Everybody know it, nigga I'm a motherfuckin' G, I get money in my sleep Give a fuck what niggas talkin', nigga, I need everything Dope dealin', hoes workin', nigga, that's just what we seen Hell yeah, I'm gon' stunt, and I'm ridin' stupid clean Big D's in the chain, I'm a product of the game I ain't gotta' say it twice, she gon' do what I say Tryna make it to the top, tryna make it out the game I need money, whips, bitch, everything I need all that shit, nigga Every motherfuckin' dime of that shit Yeah, TFM, numbers, good job DJ Idea, what's happenin'? Uh, damn Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy