I pray to God that nothing comes in between Uh me and my money machine Uh, uh That's on the gang I'm in love with the green Uh me and my money machine Uh, uh I pray to God that nothing comes in between Uh me and my money machine Uh, uh That's on the gang I'm in love with the green Uh me and my money machine Uh, uh What the fuck would I be without all of this breesh I frequent different countries my nigga I'm out ya reach Little niggas try big talking All this King of New York shit til the big horse wit a bottle of Crys walk in Gold wrappers for a known trapper that traveled the whole Atlas coppin Europeans with the road package The life I live you niggas only could dream of Was a hunnit thousand air while you was getting ya streams up Harlem nigga in a fresh pair Flows that'll stand up ya neck hairs Lay back like a desk chair I get money and I mind my business And that's a lot of minding Santos with a lot of diamonds Symbolizing all the time I spent monetizing While dodgin sirens And other felonious acts that I'm not describing Started one-bed apartment Now it's deeds We shop at boutiques With flutes full of cliq no more stores that's department I pray to God that nothing comes in between Uh me and my money machine Uh, uh That's on the gang I'm in love with the green Uh me and my money machine Uh, uh I pray to God that nothing comes in between Uh me and my money machine Uh, uh That's on the gang I'm in love with the green Uh me and my money machine Uh, uh You rap niggas is lucky I didn't smarten up earlier I was busy gettin fitted at the furrier FN on deck so nothin ever worries us Tryna be a rap goat I used to be a courier What the bloodclat grinnin in my mugshot Like Pablo cus I know no matter what the charge I'm home tomorrow Countin money with my eyes closed Pushin flour just to drive rolls Whoa My skill level match my build level Remember when my moms found my base then I was in real trouble Every night I'm at a five-star steakhouse While you at ya crib yellin at ya bitch to order takeout I'm talking prime cuts handpicked by the chef Stainless steel ice bucket on the table I'm the best I'm not even tryna flex Thick bitch lotta sex Red stripe wit a Prada step And the front is where I sign the checks I pray to God that nothing comes in between Uh me and my money machine Uh, uh That's on the gang I'm in love with the green Uh me and my money machine Uh, uh I pray to God that nothing comes in between Uh me and my money machine Uh, uh That's on the gang I'm in love with the green Uh me and my money machine Uh, uh