Quality Control - ATM Lyrics

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[Chorus: 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

[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