Slot Machines

Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Shad] Slot machines Slot machines, slot machines Slot machines, slot machines From, pop machines to pocket screens Casino scene, these slot machines We, drive through and walk between 'em [Chorus: Mah Moud & Shad] Give me some cash to put away (Casino scene, these slot machines) I'm trying to make me some today (Drive through and walk between 'em) I hope my pockets handle debt (Pop machines to pocket screens, casino scenes) I'm gonna spend all that I have (Drive through and walk between 'em) [Verse 1: Shad] Playing slots when I cop another cocktail Then open Hotmail, 10 percent off sale So I go to that shop, hoping that's the jackpot Got matching hat, socks, and black watch but that slot failed Need to keep trying, so I say let me buy This delicious deep-fried cheese-covered meat pie (Crash) Need a sweet lime, tea then I treat my-, self to a free live girl in some knee-highs Then, check texts and my tweets for a reply Refresh, refresh, refresh, deep sigh Swear one of these times Keep playing slots like Let me try tomorrow promise this was just a off-night Maybe this chick, this click, this drip It's, funny how we broke and they selling us a quick fix Selling us addictions and sickness the business of sugar, fat, likes and a like it's no different than [Pre-Chorus: Shad] Slot machines, slot machines Slot machines, slot machines From pop machines to pocket screens We, drive through and walk between 'em [Chorus: Mah Moud & Shad] Oh, give me some cash to put away (Slot machines, slot machines) I'm trying to make me some today I hope my pockets handle debt (Slot machines) I'm gonna spend all that I have (Slot machines, slot machines) Oh (Pop machines to pocket screens) (Pop machines to pocket screens) Oh (Casino scene) (Drive through and walk between 'em) [Beat Switch] [*sample*] Quick money, quick money, quick money Quick money- money, quick money [Verse 2: Shad] Uh, in the city of the quick cash spend and the quick cash lend When the quick cash ends in a big crash, dizzy from the quick fast spins and the whiplash like hitting a big black Benz My friends in hard times like this mademoiselle That always thought she'd own a boat now she's having a sale Couldn't afford a laptop, named her daughter Adele And it hurts 'cause her favourite singer's Patti LaBelle Shorty dropped out of college around the College Dropout I co-op interned when she copped out I started popping when her first kid popped out Rock bottom 'til she heard this and rocked out 'Cause they taught us to compete and not cooperate And said your body's not complete until you operate They want us all to want when what we got is great And God is great that money talks but doesn't got a lot to say Just some slots to play [Outro: *sample*] Quick money- money, quick money Quick- quick money