The Machinist Lyrics – Larry June

Read the full The Machinist lyrics by Larry June along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Larry June’s music, you can also explore The Cookout and I Don’t Mind, two other songs by Larry June.

[Intro]
See how we fu*king wit’ it?
Don’t hit me on no motherfu*king maney s*it, all that weak ass chimmy s*it
N!gga, let’s get some motherfu*king money, n!gga (Idea coming for the 808)
Yeah, yeah
The machinist, n!gga
Uh, good job, ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy

[Verse 1]
Green Pontiac, hit the corner, I was mobbing
Whole lotta’ (??), n!gga, whole lotta’ choppas
B!tch on my line, lil’ snow, I might knock her

Certified P, I just glide when I’m walking (Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy)
Mack when I’m talking, strapped and I’m balling
B!tch, why you talking?
B!tch, I’m the sharpest
Step on the scene, n!gga, clean as I can be
I tell a young n!gga, “Be all that you can be”
I came from the block, to real estatе and yachts
Chilling but I’m hot, switchy on the rock
Digi’ weight and rocks, (??)
(??), FN stocking
I’m dipping up the hill, whitе (??)
See my cuts filled, might gotta’ tuck forty
I’m on it, everything I do be the coldest
Everywhere (??) be the coldest, n!gga

[Chorus]
I’m a motherfu*king G, I get money in my sleep
Give a fu*k what n!ggas talking, n!gga, I need everything
Dope dealing, hoes working, n!gga, that’s just what we seen
Hell yeah, I’m gon’ stunt and I’m riding stupid clean
Big D’s in the chain, I’m a product of the game
I ain’t gotta’ say it twice, she gon’ do what I say
Tryna make it to the top, tryna make it out the game
I need money, whips, b!tch, everything

[Verse 2]
B!tch, please
Don’t hit my phone with the maney, I squeeze
If a n!gga reach for this chain, I’m just cooling
Street n!gga, I don’t want fame, I be biking
But even then, I still got flame
On my way, heard a n!gga need bout’ ten
San Leandro, maybe we can meet around ten
I’m just parked, tan Tahoe with the bag, moving smart
Different location with the mack, with a b!tch
Sucka ass n!gga tried to get me, tweaking
Bout’ to bend the corner, drop fifty
But fu*k it, I’m way too rich to trip
And way too legit to quit, hol’ on
Yoking, gripping on her neck while I’m stroking
Tuck the hundred thousand, I ain’t blow it
Every time I clap, use Trojans
I don’t just rap, street poet
Everybody know it, n!gga

[Chorus]
I’m a motherfu*king G, I get money in my sleep
Give a fu*k what n!ggas talking, n!gga, I need everything
Dope dealing, hoes working, n!gga, that’s just what we seen
Hell yeah, I’m gon’ stunt and I’m riding stupid clean
Big D’s in the chain, I’m a product of the game
I ain’t gotta’ say it twice, she gon’ do what I say
Tryna make it to the top, tryna make it out the game
I need money, whips, b!tch, everything

[Outro]
I need all that s*it, n!gga
Every motherfu*king dime of that s*it
Yeah, TFM, numbers, good job
DJ Idea, what’s happening?
Uh, damn
Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy