ATM

[Hook: Jose Guapo] Call me ATM I'm addicted to the money I'm addicted to gettin' money I'm addicted to the hunneds Call me ATM I'm addicted to the money I'm addicted to gettin' money I'm addicted to the hunneds Call me ATM, ATM, ATM ATM, ATM, ATM ATM, ATM, ATM ATM, ATM, ATM ATM, ATM, ATM ATM, ATM, ATM ATM, ATM, ATM ATM, ATM, ATM [Verse 1: Jose Guapo] What a fuck nigga hustle for? They ain't really gettin' bread Fuck nigga out of line, put some money on his head Bottom of my shoe red, that's Christian Louboutins And [?] Get money, g-g-get money, real street nigga, boy you better get money Y'all 'on't know the AK, sippin' on lean while I'm thumbing' through hundreds Lookin' at a [?] like I want it, look at you, and look at me I'm the million dollar kid, and a million of y'all fuck niggas lookin' like you're homeless A hundred in cash, my nigga, two hundred, my dash, my nigga I'm gonna spazz, [?], you can go and ask them niggas 50 thou, I'm packin' out stadiums They mistake me for ATM, in the bando, livin' with a bitch that's Canadian [Hook: Jose Guapo] [Verse 2: MPA Duke] Brand new Ferrari, it got them frog lights 44 bulldog, I promise my dog bite I'm lit up like crème brûlée, I OG on trees I know who they see, I know what they see, don't rock K's on me Every day different bankroll Every day of the week with a different ho Gettin' paid, I came from zero And my bankroll full with blue C-notes Salute all my niggas from Lakewood to the mothafuckin' Peaks though Got paper, Kinkos, skirts, boxes, UPS truckloads F-E-D still watchin', Rolex the watches, money in the ceilin', money in the couches And the mattress, countin' up more than accountants [Hook]