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[Chorus: Nashawn] Strike (One) Batter got another swing Money Machine team we do our thang Strike (Two) And I'm a test my luck The pitcher going hard he want another batter up Strike (Three) You know that I'm gon' swing I tip the ball now I'm gon' again Strike (Four) I'm gon' for the homerun It's going, going, gone! [Nashawn:] I take off through the moon roof You hear a clap that's Nashawn Jones in that red coupe You hear that, yes, I got them girl's suit And wear that, right here I do the damn du My plan plat, I don't care what her man do She got some wonderful toes in them sandals And gamble that fat ass I can handle I don't be there on the corner, I don't scramble A grown man I roll my weed up and bamble And beef I take a man apart, I dismantle Two right behind the ear, I'm from the Galaxy kid Letras de cancionesWith sought to make my salary big I don't care how those factual's live But with the Money Machine make a deposit and the check will be clear Yeah, I said the cash will be there But if you don't produce right fun boy your casket will be there [Chorus] [Nashawn:] Problems y'all don't want it, I swing that bat I'm a dog in a world that'll kill that cat I just lounge in the mound with my hat on back And step up to the plate, Bonds up to bat Nah, Nashawn jiggy spit that crack I look nice with the siggy man my dunn go black Yeah, you bets believe my recipe will be Smoking that weed, the piff is a tree for me I'm running through speed, yo Flex drop a bomb diggy She got Money Machine tatted on her titties Stomp hard in the city, nothing ain't pretty But the cars and the Mac-10s, rims and the broke friends I'm going hard; I'm trying to stress those ends Sit nice in the Benz, I want her and her friends Head blown in the wind, Money Machine my team Stack nothing but suitcases of green [Chorus] From Letras Mania