Rich The Kid - Money machine lyrics

I was trappin’ out the basement (Trap) Momma say, “Stay on that grind, boy, be patient” … Spent a couple millies on that lean s**t That’s some fiend s**t I done fu*ked her, made it wrap and I was trappin’ out the back (Back) Try’na pull up .. and try to hit me, where them at? Players hate you for a rack (Rack) From the bottom, I done made it, that’s a fact (That’s a fact) Now I rock .. Look, and I started laughing, uhh F**k my ex, fetched with my ni**as I do not care how she feel, though Know she prolly get jealous, shе should’ve kept it real, though I know rеal freaks, they called on Facetime to use a deal, though I ain’t hungry, I’ve been eatin’, I’m trying to touch a meal, thoughhh