[Chorus: Nym Lo]I pray to God that nothin' comes in between, uhMe and my money machine, uh, uhThat's on the gang, I'm in love with the green, uhMe and my money machine, uh, uhI pray to God that nothin' comes in between, uhMe and my money machine, uh, uhThat's on the gang, I'm in love with the green, uhMe and my money machine, uh, uh[Verse 1: Nym Lo]What the fuck would I be without all of this breesh?I frequent different countries, my nigga, I'm out your reachLittle niggas try big talkin', all this King of New York shit'Til the big horse with a bottle of Crys' walk inGold wrappers for a known trapper that traveled the whole Atlas Coppin' Europeans with the road packageThe life I live, you niggas only could dream ofWas a hunnid thousand air while you was gettin' your streams upHarlem nigga in a fresh pairFlows that'll stand up ya neck hairs, lay back like a desk chairI get money and I mind my businessAnd that's a lot of mindin', Santos with a lot of diamondsSymbolizin' all the time I spent monetizin' while dodgin' sirensAnd other felonious acts that I'm not describin'Started one-bed apartment, now it's deeds, we shop at boutiquesWith flutes full of Cliq', no more stores, that's department[Chorus: Nym Lo]I pray to God that nothin' comes in between, uhMe and my money machine, uh, uhThat's on the gang, I'm in love with the green, uhMe and my money machine, uh, uhI pray to God that nothin' comes in between, uhMe and my money machine, uh, uhThat's on the gang, I'm in love with the green, uhMe and my money machine, uh, uh[Verse 2: Nym Lo]You rap niggas is lucky I didn't smarten up earlierI was busy gettin' fitted at the furrierFN on deck so nothin' ever worries usTryna be a rap G.O.A.T., I used to be a courierWith the bloodclat, grinnin' in my mugshot, like Pablo'Caus I know no matter what the charge, I'm home tomorrowCountin' money with my eyes closedPushin' flour just to drive Rolls, whoaMy skill level match my build levelRemember when my moms found my base? Then I was in real troubleEvery night I'm at a five-star steakhouseWhile you at your crib yellin' at your bitch to order takeoutI'm talkin' prime cuts handpicked by the chefStainless steel ice bucket on the table, I'm the bestI'm not even tryna flex, thick bitch, lotta sexRed stripe with a Prada step and the front is where I sign the checks[Chorus: Nym Lo]I pray to God that nothin' comes in between, uhMe and my money machine, uh, uhThat's on the gang, I'm in love with the green, uhMe and my money machine, uh, uhI pray to God that nothin' comes in between, uhMe and my money machine, uh, uhThat's on the gang, I'm in love with the green, uhMe and my money machine, uh, uh[Outro: Nym Lo]You ain't gonna find too many niggas that can talk that cash like meMaybe it's 'cause niggas ain't really get cash like me, hahahaI'm gettin' stuffed nigga, stop fuckin' playin' with meLow broke-ass rappers, I'm out here packed up, niggaFacts, for years now, Lo
