Money Machine Lyrics - Weekend At Burnies - Curren$y

Jet life jet life 

Roll one up for the haters 

I'm just counting my paper 

Tony said Frank wouldn't last 

Now Frank warmin upstairs packin bags 

Survival of the fittest 

A sponsor no longer living 

Plight of these kept ass bitches 

When the dreams all ended and the bars slam 

Cast your clothes 

Welcome to the school of hard knocks 

You ain't know you was enrolled? 

Cold I know 

What's colder is these streets when your name no longer hot 

You feel me 

Seen niggas and bitches go through a dope game 

And the music lifestyle hard to attain 

But it's easy to get used to it 

Try to maintain 

Under pressure only few do it 

And that's what inspires you to try 

The gleam in your eye 

Manifested in your mind 

Then you start your climb 

Rememberin whoever you step onto to come up 

You may meet them another time 

Fuck em, no 

If the foot was in the other shoe 

Them niggas would stand on you 

To get a better view 

Tellin you the truth 

While takin them to school 

Fools don't think how I think 

Can't see these lines 

Like I'm scribblin invisible ink in these tablets 

Jet life commandments 

Though shall not rest until I make my whole fam rich 

Fuck you take me for? 

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One of them sucker niggas 

Who forget to set when he blow 

Never that 

JLR we'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow 

Lighters and ozium in my cars 

And noway am I playin with y'all 

When I say I'm so high if I was to trip and fall 

I'd land on Mars 

But don't mistake my highness for blindness 

Giving me them fake smiles 

I know whats behind them 

I swim with the sharks everyday 

You backstroking with the guppies 

Supposedly big dawgs get chopped down to puppy size 

Utterly youthanized by these flows I been craftin 

Secretly in my labyrinth 

Sleepin on a charred mattress 

Night so hot 

Get that girl to the pool before she pass out 

Livin in a Lambo 

New Ferarri underneath the car put my land show 

If I'm into your part of reserve me some weather park 

I'm not sure what you thought 

Fuck pullin off onto my lot 

Got twenty minutes free 

How bout a fast brunch 

Pitch me whatever proposals you want 

No promises though 

I got a lot on my plate 

No ham omelets I'm on my conglomerate 

Word to the kid willing to fly 

Always on top of shit really 

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Jet life Jet life 

Write my way to a million looking out the planes windows 

Roll one up for them haters 

I'm just counting my paper 

Talking captivating the digits 

When my skydiving the cut