money machine

作曲 : Dylan Marshall Brady/Laura Les

Hey you lil piss baby

You think you're so ******* cool? Huh?

You think you're so ******* tough?

You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck

Aw, look at those arms

Your arms look so ******* cute

They look like lil cigarettes

I bet I could smoke you

I could roast you

And then you'd love it and you'd text me

"I love you and then I'd ******* ghost you

With the big boys coming with the big stuff

I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah

Big boys coming with the big trucks

Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah

Big boys coming with the big trucks

Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah

Big boys coming with the picture

Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah)

Feel so clean, like a money machine

Feel so clean, like a money machine

Feel so clean, like a money machine

Feel so clean, like a money machine

Tell me what's the deal, I've been trying to 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 trying to 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

With the big boys coming with the big stuff

I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah

Big boys coming with the big trucks

Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah

Big boys coming with the big trucks

Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah

Big boys coming with the picture

Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah)

Feel so clean, like a money machine

Feel so clean, like a money machine

Feel so clean, like a money machine

Feel so clean, like a money machine