[Chorus: Nym Lo]
I pray to God that nothin' comes in between, uh
Me and my money machine, uh, uh
That's on the gang, I'm in love with the green, uh
Me and my money machine, uh, uh
I pray to God that nothin' comes in between, uh
Me and my money machine, uh, uh
That's on the gang, I'm in love with the green, uh
Me 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 n***a, I'm out your reach
Little n***as try big talkin', all this King of New York shit
'Til the big horse with a bottle of Crys' walk in
Gold wrappers for a known trapper that traveled the whole Atlas Coppin' Europeans with the road package
The life I live, you n***as only could dream of
Was a hunnid thousand air while you was gettin' your streams up
Harlem n***a in a fresh pair
Flows that'll stand up ya neck hairs, lay back like a desk chair
I get money and I mind my business
And that's a lot of mindin', Santos with a lot of diamonds
Symbolizin' all the time I spent monetizin' while dodgin' sirens
And other felonious acts that I'm not describin'
Started one-bed apartment, now it's deeds, we shop at boutiques
With flutes full of Cliq', no more stores, that's department
[Chorus: Nym Lo]
I pray to God that nothin' comes in between, uh
Me and my money machine, uh, uh
That's on the gang, I'm in love with the green, uh
Me and my money machine, uh, uh
I pray to God that nothin' comes in between, uh
Me and my money machine, uh, uh
That's on the gang, I'm in love with the green, uh
Me and my money machine, uh, uh

[Verse 2: Nym Lo]
You rap n***as is lucky I didn't smarten up earlier
I was busy gettin' fitted at the furrier
FN on deck so nothin' ever worries us
Tryna be a rap G.O.A.T., I used to be a courier
With the bloodclat, grinnin' in my mugshot, like Pablo
'Caus I know no matter what the charge, I'm home tomorrow
Countin' money with my eyes closed
Pushin' flour just to drive Rolls, whoa
My skill level match my build level
Remember when my moms found my base? Then I was in real trouble
Every night I'm at a five-star steakhouse
While you at your crib yellin' at your bitch to order takeout
I'm talkin' prime cuts handpicked by the chef
Stainless steel ice bucket on the table, I'm the best
I'm not even tryna flex, thick bitch, lotta sex
Red 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, uh
Me and my money machine, uh, uh
That's on the gang, I'm in love with the green, uh
Me and my money machine, uh, uh
I pray to God that nothin' comes in between, uh
Me and my money machine, uh, uh
That's on the gang, I'm in love with the green, uh
Me and my money machine, uh, uh

[Outro: Nym Lo]
You ain't gonna find too many n***as that can talk that cash like me
Maybe it's 'cause n***as ain't really get cash like me, hahaha
I'm gettin' stuffed n***a, stop fuckin' playin' with me
Low broke-ass rappers, I'm out here packed up, n***a
Facts, for years now, Lo