ATM from The FREEQUINCY by BLVD MOBB

(Chorus)
Am I just an ATM baby
Your Anytime Money Man
You treat me like I’m C.O.D. sugar
Cause I gotta have cash on demand
If you don’t stop your schucking and jiving
Imma have to be M.I.A.
That’s missing in action lil Mama
And you won’t see me another day. Hey.

(Verse 1)
Why you think that I’m supposed to
Feed and cloth you, I don’t owe you.
Nothing but respect
We just met, you upset?
I bet.
Why you can’t pay your own way?
Why you think imma buy you a drink?
Why should I lace you with jewels?
Do I look like some type of fool?
Pay your own way and I’ll pay mine.
Independent you sing the song just fine.
But when it comes to showing and proving.
If I don’t pick up the check, it ain’t moving.
Why you think fellas think you owe them something.
You don’t owe them nothing but please stop fronting.
Pick up the tab, pitch in for a little gas.
Cause if not, then you can break fast.

(Chorus)
Am I just an ATM baby
Your Anytime Money Man
You treat me like I’m C.O.D. sugar
Cause I gotta have cash on demand
If you don’t stop your schucking and jiving
Imma have to be M.I.A.
That’s missing in action lil Mama
And you won’t see me another day. Hey.

(Verse 2)
When I picked you up last week to go and see a movie.
Everything was groovy, then you got moody.
Tell me to take my hand off your booty.
Like I ain’t pay for the popcorn and the tootie fruity.
Your tickets and your toffee, your cup of gourmet coffee.
Now you’re talking like back up off me.
Not a problem, but when u say don’t call me.
You’re blowing up my phone like, would you just talk to me.
Like you don’t know the problem.
I ain’t afraid to spend it, but don’t act like my actions can’t be complimented.
Hold the door open for me for a change.
And don’t ask for everything you see that’s in your range.
And don’t act strange when I cop a cheap feel.
You’re making me feel like I can’t be real.
I thought you were attracted to me and not the cash.
So if that the case then you can break fast.

(Chorus)
Am I just an ATM baby
Your Anytime Money Man
You treat me like I’m C.O.D. sugar
Cause I gotta have cash on demand
If you don’t stop your schucking and jiving
Imma have to be M.I.A.
That’s missing in action lil Mama
And you won’t see me another day. Hey.

(Verse 3)
When you look at me do you see a King or Cha-Ching
A partners for life or a nice diamond ring.
A certified winner or a free dinner.
Someone that you can be with or just another ski trip.
To the Poconos, better yet Miami.
Don’t think so, I don’t even know if you can stand me.
So you can tell family you found another one.
Some dumb sucker for love you about to get sprung.
Won’t happen, my Momma raised a Captain not a Private.
Your gold digging tendencies you know you can’t hide it.
I know all your games, I know all your names.
I’m far from a lame, I’m hard to tame.
Get in the slow lane and take your foot off the gas.
Pump your breaks baby, cause you’re moving too fast.
You maintain, imma let you go with class.
Still disagree, babygirl c'est la vie.

(Chorus)
Am I just an ATM baby
Your Anytime Money Man
You treat me like I’m C.O.D. sugar
Cause I gotta have cash on demand
If you don’t stop your schucking and jiving
Imma have to be M.I.A.
That’s missing in action lil Mama
And you won’t see me another day. Hey.

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