Hey, you lil' piss baby You think you're so fucking cool? Huh? You think you're so fucking tough? You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck Aw, look at those arms Your arms look so fucking cute They look like lil' cigarettes I bet I could smoke you I could roast you And then you'd love it and you'd text me, "I love you" And then I'd fucking ghost you With the big boys coming with the big stuff I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the picture Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah) Feel so clean like a money machine Feel so clean like a money machine Feel so clean like a money machine Feel so clean like a money machine Tell me what's the deal, I've been tryin' to go to bed I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead Said it all before, and I'll say it once again I'm better off alone Tell me what's the deal, I've been trying to go to bed I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead Said it all before, and I'll say it once again I'm better off alone With the big boys coming with the big stuff I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the picture Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah) Feel so clean like a money machine Feel so clean like a money machine Feel so clean like a money machine Feel so clean like a money machine