Money Machine Video (MV)

As I look into the future
I see some things I ain't used to
Leave me stoned like Medusa
But money don't do stuck
Me and my change on the move up move up move up
Me and my change on the move up move up
Move up
Move up
Move up
As I look into the future
I see some things I ain't used to
Leave me stoned like Medusa
But money don't do stuck
Me and my change on the move up move up
Me and my
Change on the move up
Move up
Me and my
Change on the move up
Move up
Move up move up
Me and my change on the move up

I don't do that I can't be broke
My pops gotta retire
But first my mama though
Far from a Sprang's jit in school getting honor roll
Just a brother to niggas like Indian
Geronimo
Send you to Guantanamo
Who wanna go
Dishonorable discharge
Don't let it hit hard
Personal trainer on bars
Pull up
I think you sinking
If that don't sink in
Thrown everything plus the kitchen sink in it
Submarine tank in it
I sank your ship
With the ink I grip
See some pretty ladies with some tainted lips
I'm trying to plank in them
And vanquish hips
Let her lick the twatta off my fingertips
Cream o' latta
I ain't baking shit
But I'm banking bitch
I can't exist
Without some green intervention
Like the hating
I should mention
Won't fade me without guard prevention
Same as my barber description
And that's my brother did I mention
We trying to get this paper
On a mission
To settle it like a pension
And lay it out
And leave y'all niggas pissed man

As I look into the future
I see some things I ain't used to
Leave me stoned like Medusa
But money don't do stuck
Me and my change on the move up move up move up
Me and my change on the move up move up
Move up
Move up
Move up
As I look into the future
I see some things I ain't used to
Leave me stoned like Medusa
But money don't do stuck
Me and my change on the move up move up
Me and my
Change on the move up
Move up
Me and my
Change on the move up
Move up
Move up move up
Me and my change on the move up

Change on the move up
You gotta get the slow dough
You move too fast
You might run into the popo
F*ck the police
And niggas snitching on the low low
Watch who you f*ck with
And who you serving at ya front door
That might be a C.I.
Tell you something that you don't know
I'm a blast from the past
But I'm back to the future
I'm trying to f*ck up some commas
Blowing loud that'll mute ya
If you with your wifey
She got the best karma sutra
I laugh in the face of danger
If I feel harmed
Ima shoot ya
Pollute ya
I leave you dirty
Cuz you ain't worthy
Your bitch want this Hershey
Chocolatae
She Spanish
That's what she call it
She well managed
I call her whatyamacallit
I don't even know her name
I caught her walking through the sprangz
And I said
HEY
What's your name and number
Do you got a man
She say he come home December
I say
Hah
Ima f*ck her all summer
And the fall
By December
She gone disconnect the call
Deuces

As I look into the future
I see some things I ain't used to
Leave me stoned like Medusa
But money don't do stuck
Me and my change on the move up move up move up
Me and my change on the move up move up
Move up
Move up
Move up
As I look into the future
I see some things I ain't used to
Leave me stoned like Medusa
But money don't do stuck
Me and my change on the move up move up
Me and my
Change on the move up
Move up
Me and my
Change on the move up
Move up
Move up move up
Me and my change on the move up