The Machinist Lyrics

See how we fuckin' with it
Don't hit me on no motherfuckin' mainey shit all dat
Weak ass chimmy shit, nigga
Let's get some motherfuckin' money, nigga
Yeah, yeah
The Machinist, nigga
Uh, good job
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Green Pontiac hit the corner, I was mobbin' (Mobbin')
Whole lotta dank nigga, whole lotta choppers (Whole lotta choppers)
Bitch on my line, lil' snow, I might knock it (Knock it)
Certified P, I just glide when I'm walkin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
MAC when I'm talkin' (Talkin')
Strapped and I'm ballin' (Ballin')
Bitch, why you talkin'? (Talkin')
Bitch, I'm the sharpest (Sharpest)
Step on the scene, nigga, clean as I can be (Clean as I can be)
I tell a young nigga, 'Be all that you can be' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I came from the block (Hold on)
To real estate and yachts (Hold on)
Chillin' but I'm hot (Yeah)
Switchy on the rocket (Damn)
Digi wieghin' rocks (Uh)
Three phones clockin' (Yeah)
App phone clockin' (Clockin')
F N stockin' (Stockin')
I'm dippin' up the hill (Hill)
White Ghost posted (Posted)
See my cuz Phil might gotta tuck 40 (Forty)
I'm on it, everything I do be the coldest (Coldest)
Every whip I push be the coldest (Numbers, nigga ayy, ayy)

I'm a motherfuckin' G, I get money in my sleep
Give a fuck what nigga talkin', nigga, I need everything (Dope)
Dope dealin' hoes workin', nigga, that's just what we seen
Hell yeah, I'm gon' stack and I ride 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 (Shit), whips (Whip), then check that

Bitch, please (Please)
Don't hit my phone with the mainey I'll squeeze (Squeeze)
If a nigga reach for this chain, I'm just coolin' (Cool)
Street nigga, I don't want fame, I be bikin' (Bikin')
But even then, I still got flame on my way (Way)
Heard a nigga need 'bout ten, San Leandro (San Leandro)
Nigga, we can meet around ten, I'm just parked (Parked)
Tan Tahoe with the bag, movin' smart (Smart)
Different location with the mag, what a bitch (Bitch)
Sucka- ass nigga tried to get me, tweakin' (Tweakin')
I'm 'bout to bend the corner and drop fifty, but fuck it (Fuck it)
I'm way too rich (Rich), to trip (Trip)
And way too legit (Yeah), to quit (Ah)
Hold on, yo (Hold on), grippin' on her neck while I'm strokin' (Hold on)
Tucked a hundred thousand, I ain't blow it (Yeah)
Every time I clap, use Trojan (Trojan)
I don't just rap street poet (Poet), everybody know it (Know it), nigga

I'm a motherfuckin' G, I get money in my sleep
Give a fuck what nigga talkin', nigga, I need everything
Dope dealin' hoes workin', nigga, that's just what we see
Hell yeah, I'm gon' stack and I ride 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 it what I say
Tryna make it to the top, tryna make it out the game
I need money, whips (Yeah, yeah), and a bitch every thang

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