Money Machine Rich The Kid (Ft. SipTee)

[Intro: SipTee & Rich The Kid]
I remember sellin' CD’s for another nigga to make my money, ya dig?
I ain't goin' back broke, nah, nah
Check
SipTee, I’m him
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Ah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I was trappin' out that basement (Trap)
Mama said, "Stay on that grind, boy, be patient" (Boy, be patient)
I was runnin' to the money, had to chase it (Chase it)
I had made a couple racks, I couldn't waste it (Racks, racks)
Now I'm laughin' to the bank, got a big bag (Bag)
Freaky little bitch, she gon' ride like Six Flags
How the fuck I ran these millies up but I had skipped math?
How the hell I got this water on me likе a full bath? (Drip)
Let me call my doctor (Doctor), I'm so sick (Sick)
When I pull up in that ’Rari, thеy take a pic (Skrrt)
How the fuck I got a Bentley truck? They said I wasn’t shit
How the fuck I made it rappin'? I done really went legit, damn

[Chorus: SipTee]
I’m a college dropout that signed a deal
And I know they didn't believe that I'd make it for real
I did sleep on the floor, but I never did miss a meal
'Cause mama made a way for a nigga, that’s for real
I had been broke, had no hope
Niggas went down when I sold CD's at the store
Lost real niggas that I can't see no more
Looked at my past, I ain't goin' back broke