text: Lyrics
  I would like to say a few thing in the beginning of this song...
  I dont know why cami doesn’t want to date me
  Ive confessed my feelings multiple times but shes denied me
  I dont get why she doesn’t like me
  You know it doesnt make sense to me...
  Hey you lil piss baby, you think youre so fucking cool?
  Huh?
  You think youre so fucking tough?
  You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck
  oh fuck I fucked it up mumbles
  You arms look so fucking cute
  They look like lil cigarettes
  I bet I could smoke you
  I could roast you
  And then youd love it and youd text me I love you and then I’d fucking ghost you
  With the big boys coming with the big stuff
  I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
  Big boys coming with the big trucks
  Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
  Big boys coming with the big trucks
  Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
  Big boys coming with the picture
  Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah 
  Feel so clean, like a money machine
  Feel so clean, like a money machine
  Feel so clean, like a money machine
  Feel so clean, like a money machine
  Tell me what’s the deal, Ive been trying to go to bed
  I’ve been up for days, Ive been tryna get ahead
  Said it all before, and Ill say it once again
  Im better off alone
  Tell me what’s the deal, Ive been trying to go to bed
  Ive been up for days, Ive been tryna get ahead
  Said it all before, and Ill say it once again
  Im better off alone
  With the big boys coming with the big stuff
  I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
  Big boys coming with the big trucks
  Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
  Big boys coming with the big trucks
  Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
  Big boys coming with the picture
  Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah 
  Feel so clean, like a money machine
  Feel so clean, like a money machine
  Feel so clean, like a money machine
  Feel so clean, like a money machine