This is a song about "Money machine"

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Your going against the mean killing machine

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

Music is money, money isn't music

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

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Wish i had a time machine