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letra de money machine - dc the don

[intro]
yeah, yeah
what ? worldwide
brr-brr

[pre-chorus]
ayy, whip it up, money machine, with a black bandana
whip it up, i’m the new jet lee, shawty better watch your cameras (yah)
louis v, with a glock on me, i can’t even keep my pants up (what)
really out when this sh-t get hot and these lil n-ggas adam sandler (yah)
cartier all up on my lens, i can’t see the fakes
anarchy on the side of my hip, bruh, we can’t play it safe (brr-brr)
that’s a jab, it’s gon knock him, rearrange his face
that’s a thot it’s gon blow em, aim and he’s dead

[chorus]
shawty wait, i can’t fake the feeling right now (yah, yah)
it’s too many waves in this b-tch right now
she gon pop a perc, got her spinnin’ right now
[?] got the sticks, he at thе heaven gates now

[verse 1]
hеllo dc, with a brand new patek
know what i’m sayin’, i got rich n-gga habits
i’m tryna [?] this b-tch speakin’ spanish i hop in that casper i’m makin her vanish (skrrt)
øutlaw bringin’ that damage
mama be trippin’ bro, what is this madness ?
it’s time to chill out, bro, you been established, i manage my mood and you’re too on the ‘gram
leakin’, we gon’ spazz out for no reason
b-tch i’m on the east with ghouls and the demons
pah-pah, no face no case, i skrrt off in that demon (skrr-skrrt)
we gon’ f-ck up sak’s fit every season
rick owens shirt, raf simmons my jeans
is this your mans ? he ain’t on my team
where the f-ck the promoter, i need my green
wait, bro, i hit that b-tch kg, ayy big bank roll can’t fit in my jeans
got three stripe shirts got fly away wings
i ain’t f-ckin’ with him, i can’t f-ck with his team, imma take that lil b-tch [?]
got that super low [?]
big bank showin’, lil baby, i’m a heavyweight
brodie talkin’ h-lla sh-t send him to heavens gate
big facts, we gon od we bringin’ h-ll today
another rattin’ n-gga dead, bro let’s celebrate
[pre-chorus]
ayy, whip it up, money machine, with a black bandana
whip it up, i’m the new jet lee, shawty better watch your cameras (yah)
louis v, with a glock on me, i can’t even keep my pants up (what)
really out when this sh-t get hot and these lil n-ggas adam sandler (yah)
cartier all up on my lens, i can’t see the fakes
anarchy on the side of my hip, bruh, we can’t play it safe (brr-brr)
that’s a jab, it’s gon knock him, rearrange his face
that’s a thot it’s gon blow em, aim and he’s dead

[verse 2]
i can’t feel my face and i can’t feel my lungs neither
in that black range, drove her, b-tch, jeepers creepers
why the f-ck you screamin’ “hot” ? bet that n-gga catch a fever
big body like “woah”
woke up like imma f-ck a opp, b-tch
f-cking dirty cop, without yo badge you gettin’ dropped, b-tch
the sheriff said “wo wo wo” we on that got sh-t
i heard you got a stick “boo-hoo-hoo” you ain’t got pop sh-t
body, b-tch, haha, taje my body, b-tch
they played yo song, we hittin’ skip, that sh-t was potty, b-tch
yo, we gon’ run em out his shoes, ed hardy, b-tch
she said “dc you so d-mn c-cky” well that’s obvious
run a [?]
yeah, that’s easy
2018 they ain’t believe me
now i’m up in this b-tch, get bizzy
flexin’ so godd-mn hard, i know they wanna be me
but these n-ggas can’t ever go be me
i’m the youngest n-gga in yo tv please don’t @ me
[pre-chorus]
ayy, whip it up, money machine, with a black bandana
whip it up, i’m the new jet lee, shawty better watch your cameras (yah)
louis v, with a glock on me, i can’t even keep my pants up (what)
really out when this sh-t get hot and these lil n-ggas adam sandler (yah)
cartier all up on my lens, i can’t see the fakes
anarchy on the side of my hip, bruh, we can’t play it safe (brr-brr)
that’s a jab, it’s gon knock him, rearrange his face
that’s a thot it’s gon blow em, aim and he’s dead

- dc the don

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