(feat. Jungle & Wiz)


[Intro: Nashawn]

Money Machine, uh

Check me out now, yea, uh

Check me out now, uh

Money Machine, uh, uh, yea

Check me out now


[Nashawn:]

Yo, uh you see that Benz her friends wanna ride in it

Switch it out to Automatic and she ride on Stick

Baby Girl nice sizin', thighs all thick

I'm half there Mami, soon be rich

And that Money Machine is squirtin' out Benji's

Don't count $1's, $20's, or $50's

Stay wit me until you see my Pock knot empty

Propz on the block, $1,000 Bills Crispy

Bitches always wanna kiss me

Knowin' when she miss me

Not tellin' her man say she wit Britney

Knowin' I'mma have my dick where her Ribs be

Goin' all crazy tryin' to shift Kidney

And I know why she pick me

Hoes from Yit, and [?]Periphery[?]

Down south, West side and Sicily

She got love in her Bones

The way I come down, Nashawn Jones


[Hook x2: Nashawn (Jungle)]

All Summer Long (All Summer)

We Stackin' Cheddar (Get Money)

And it neva felt so hard (QB c'mon)

Money Machine (Machine)

We got that Coco Triple Kilo (Kilos)

When they see us they scream (Scream)


[Jungle:]

Pretty Young thang only little freak, stop frontin'

Take your pants off, let's get it jumpin'

You look good, Could I see how your pussy feel ?

For real, you got a whole lot of Sex Appeal

I'm from the Projects -> QB where the P's at

Sellin' Crack, bustin' gats and that's all that

Your ass Phat tell your Baby Pops fall back

Or relax I will hit 'em up wit the Mac

But you I'm Puttin' different Position

Baby Girl listen, I'll be your addiction

Your legs hard no stretch mark on your Stomach

I hit it right, every night just like you want it

I got your G spot cutie pie I won't stop

You come lie on top sex wasn't hot

You got an Onion wit a Small Waist

Smell so good I wanna see how you taste


[Hook x2: Nashawn (Jungle)]

All Summer Long (All Summer)

We Stackin' Cheddar (Get Money)

And it neva felt so hard (QB c'mon)

Money Machine (Machine)

We got that Coco Triple Kilo (Kilos)

When they see us they scream (Scream)


[Wiz:]

You see my mental lop, got a thing for cop

She throwin' her ass at me, I'm hopin' to see it drop

I'm hopin' to see the pussy, I'm hopin' to see it pop

She tippy, tippy GOD DAMN! now let me see it live

She drop top, now she doin' slower motion

DAMN! that's overdosin' right there

Hold it open, I'm scopin' though she holdin'

Get all greeny she she see's me

That money get me, get me

Do somethin' strange for change

Somethin' needy just for penny

I'mma GANGSTA! P I M P

Braveheart, if you fuck wit me

Niggaz they talk but don't want nuttin' wit me

You see I got these Bitches Hypnotized

I'm runnin' 'em and workin' thorough bred are thighs

YOu see the looks in they eyes, they neva slippin'

They either give me my money, Or else, I'm popin' the clippin'

Don't play me too close or plug wit toast

Money Machine - we give ya a dose


[Hook: Nashawn (Jungle)]