Maquina de Dinero (feat. French Montana, Braulio Fogón y Kaly Ocho)

Yo, those girls are money machines
Those girls are money machines
Those girls are money machines
Make it shake, let the whole world feel it

Those girls are money machines
Those girls are money machines
Those girls are money machines
Make it shake, let the whole world feel it

Working, working
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working (make it shake, let the whole world feel it)

Working, working, working, working
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working (those girls are money machines)
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working (make it shake, let the whole world feel it)
Working, working, working, working

You’re a crazy, crazy girl, bring it and take it
Fanta, weed, lean, and Sprite
I like them big, whatever fits my size
With a flat screen in the front, all sizes
Hit it hard, the grass is bonsai
Get to the eyes, we got them in Shanghai
Son of a bitch, the shooting does the job
Those betting against us are just making fools

We’re in the zone, the vibe’s solid like foam
Brain full of gems like Thanos' hand
If I grab your ass, it looks good
With you, I sweep the floor like a broom made of guano
She tells me: I’m peeling the pigeon peas
Don’t act dumb, that’s my job
She tells me: I’m peeling the pigeon peas
Don’t act dumb, that’s my job (haan)

Working, working
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working (make it shake, let the whole world feel it)

Working, working, working, working
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working (those girls are money machines)
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working (make it shake, let the whole world feel it, Montana, woo)
Working, working, working, working

Bussin' out the money, I came in with a duffel (duff)
Shawty, bring a friend, I don’t do one-on-one (cup)
Shawty, pop a perc (perc), body on the prowl (lurk)
Rican or Dominican, she’s bustin' out the skirt (skirt)
Take her to the room, shawty ripping on my shirt (shirt)
We be flying to the Moon, been the highest in the room
And the Lambo goes zoom (skrrt) and the Glock goes boom

Even though we fly away, shawty gotta stay tuned
Round, round dyke (dyke), just beating dyke (dyke)
Walking out the court, know you beat it up like Tyson (tys)
A love mami with a big ass (agh)
They call me "Montana, papi chulo" (haan)
The mama, the mama, the mama
We ain't make it to the crib, we just fucked on the yacht (haan)
The mama, the mama, the mama, the mama
I said "mami, give me head", Montana from the block (Montana)

Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay, she got it
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay, she got it (oh, yah)
One question, how much for those girls? You ain't escaping today
Move it, demon, I got pockets full of cash
I’m always high, don’t get mad, you’re killing it
You light it up anywhere, you lift me like a rocket
Don’t play games, just let me pack you up
From the bed, you’ll get up with just one shake
A little pink thing, a cute little tit
That’s throwing cash at losers and criminals

Make it shake, you’re crazy and I’m crazy
Only a few move it with that rhythm
Ay, call the firefighters if I hit it with the stick (ay)
I’ll mess up her mind
And don’t get scared, I’m too much of a tiger
It’s not just a show-off, I brought it for you to dance
The gogo’s throwing fire like they’re Tom Riddle
And let them fill up, I don’t care, I got street respect

Yo, those girls are money machines
Those girls are money machines
Those girls are money machines
Make it shake, let the whole world feel it

Those girls are money machines
Those girls are money machines
Those girls are money machines
Make it shake, let the whole world feel it

Working, working
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working (make it shake, let the whole world feel it)

Working, working
Working, working
Working, working (those girls are money machines)
Working, working
Working, working
Working, working (make it shake, let the whole world feel it)