Money Machine

As I look into the future I see some things I ain't used to Leave me stoned like Medusa But money don't do stuck Me and my change on the move up move up move up Me and my change on the move up move up Move up Move up Move up As I look into the future I see some things I ain't used to Leave me stoned like Medusa But money don't do stuck Me and my change on the move up move up Me and my Change on the move up Move up Me and my Change on the move up Move up Move up move up Me and my change on the move up I don't do that I can't be broke My pops gotta retire But first my mama though Far from a Sprang's jit in school getting honor roll Just a brother to niggas like Indian Geronimo Send you to Guantanamo Who wanna go Dishonorable discharge Don't let it hit hard Personal trainer on bars Pull up I think you sinking If that don't sink in Thrown everything plus the kitchen sink in it Submarine tank in it I sank your ship With the ink I grip See some pretty ladies with some tainted lips I'm trying to plank in them And vanquish hips Let her lick the twatta off my fingertips Cream o' latta I ain't baking shit But I'm banking bitch I can't exist Without some green intervention Like the hating I should mention Won't fade me without guard prevention Same as my barber description And that's my brother did I mention We trying to get this paper On a mission To settle it like a pension And lay it out And leave y'all niggas pissed man As I look into the future I see some things I ain't used to Leave me stoned like Medusa But money don't do stuck Me and my change on the move up move up move up Me and my change on the move up move up Move up Move up Move up As I look into the future I see some things I ain't used to Leave me stoned like Medusa But money don't do stuck Me and my change on the move up move up Me and my Change on the move up Move up Me and my Change on the move up Move up Move up move up Me and my change on the move up Change on the move up You gotta get the slow dough You move too fast You might run into the popo F*ck the police And niggas snitching on the low low Watch who you f*ck with And who you serving at ya front door That might be a C.I. Tell you something that you don't know I'm a blast from the past But I'm back to the future I'm trying to f*ck up some commas Blowing loud that'll mute ya If you with your wifey She got the best karma sutra I laugh in the face of danger If I feel harmed Ima shoot ya Pollute ya I leave you dirty Cuz you ain't worthy Your bitch want this Hershey Chocolatae She Spanish That's what she call it She well managed I call her whatyamacallit I don't even know her name I caught her walking through the sprangz And I said HEY What's your name and number Do you got a man She say he come home December I say Hah Ima f*ck her all summer And the fall By December She gone disconnect the call Deuces As I look into the future I see some things I ain't used to Leave me stoned like Medusa But money don't do stuck Me and my change on the move up move up move up Me and my change on the move up move up Move up Move up Move up As I look into the future I see some things I ain't used to Leave me stoned like Medusa But money don't do stuck Me and my change on the move up move up Me and my Change on the move up Move up Me and my Change on the move up Move up Move up move up Me and my change on the move up