Money Machine Pardison Fontaine
"Money Machine" by Pardison Fontaine, released in 2020, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of wealth, success, and the hustle behind making money. The lyrics emphasize ambition and the desire for financial freedom, using catchy hooks and a vibrant beat. Its energetic style resonates with listeners, reflecting contemporary hip-hop culture.
[Intro]
Yeah
I need the money, fuck what you talkin' 'bout (Yeah)
M-O-N-E-Y, I need that money, nigga (Nothin' never change)
I need money, ahh! (Nothin' never change)
I need money! (Look, woo)
[Chorus]
Girl, you look like you don't got on draws
Girl, you look like 200 missed calls
Girl, you look like you know this shit is yours
Girl, you look like you heard this shit before, look
Fuck with me, motherfuckin' man, uh
Why your ass always bustin' out the jeans? Uh
Fuck a ring, you need a money machine, uh
Run it up, run it up, run it up until 'til it ding, uh
If your nigga broke, he a joke, he ain't man
Baby, it's a snack, nah, it's an everything
Run it up, run it up, run it up until 'til it ding, uh
You don't need no man, you need a money machine
[Verse 1]
Look, little girl that be in the hood actin' Hollywood
You the reason that I brought these bands way before I should
Bring a rubber, I don't put it on even though I should, 'cause
Ain't no pulln' out when the shit that good
What you got? (What you got?) Rang up to the top (Ayy)
Take my word for it, I done had a lot
Make it pop (Make it pop), do it 'til your legs hurt
Girl, you look like you should be on Food Network (Ayy)
Girl, get hip to my lingo (To my lingo)
Pink panties on, you look like flamingo (Like flamingo)
You don't trust these hoes 'cause you know you runnin' (Know you runnin')
And your ass stick out way more than your stomach (Hit it)
Yeah
I need the money, fuck what you talkin' 'bout (Yeah)
M-O-N-E-Y, I need that money, nigga (Nothin' never change)
I need money, ahh! (Nothin' never change)
I need money! (Look, woo)
[Chorus]
Girl, you look like you don't got on draws
Girl, you look like 200 missed calls
Girl, you look like you know this shit is yours
Girl, you look like you heard this shit before, look
Fuck with me, motherfuckin' man, uh
Why your ass always bustin' out the jeans? Uh
Fuck a ring, you need a money machine, uh
Run it up, run it up, run it up until 'til it ding, uh
If your nigga broke, he a joke, he ain't man
Baby, it's a snack, nah, it's an everything
Run it up, run it up, run it up until 'til it ding, uh
You don't need no man, you need a money machine
[Verse 1]
Look, little girl that be in the hood actin' Hollywood
You the reason that I brought these bands way before I should
Bring a rubber, I don't put it on even though I should, 'cause
Ain't no pulln' out when the shit that good
What you got? (What you got?) Rang up to the top (Ayy)
Take my word for it, I done had a lot
Make it pop (Make it pop), do it 'til your legs hurt
Girl, you look like you should be on Food Network (Ayy)
Girl, get hip to my lingo (To my lingo)
Pink panties on, you look like flamingo (Like flamingo)
You don't trust these hoes 'cause you know you runnin' (Know you runnin')
And your ass stick out way more than your stomach (Hit it)
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