Curren$y Money Machine Lyrics

Weekend at Burnie's Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 #Jetsgo
  • 2 Still
  • 3 She Don't Want a Man
  • 4 One Life
  • 5 You See It
  • 6 Televised
  • 7 This Is the Life
  • 8 On G's
  • 9 Money Machine
  • 10 What's What
  • 11 JLC
  • 12 Get Paid
  • 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 *** *****es
    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 *****s and *****es 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
    **** 'em, no

    If the foot was in the other shoe
    Them *****s 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
    **** you take me for?
    One of them sucker *****s
    Who forget to set when he blow

    Never that
    JLR we'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
    Lighters and opium in my cars
    And no way 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 euthanized 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 Ferrari 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
    **** 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 **** really
    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

    Written by: D Harleaux, Daryl Anthony Harleaux, J Fitch, John A Fitch, Shante Franklin
    Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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