The Machinist
Larry June · The Machinist
The Machinist Lyrics
[Intro]
See how we fuckin' wit' it?
Don't hit me on no motherfuckin' mainey shit, all that weak ass chimmy shit
Nigga, let's get some motherfuckin' money, nigga (Idea comin' for the 808)
Yeah, yeah
The machinist, nigga
Uh, good job, ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy
[Verse 1]
Green Pontiac, hit the corner, I was mobbin'
Whole lotta' dank, nigga, whole lotta' choppas
Bitch on my line, lil' snow, I might knock her
Certified P, I just glide when I'm walkin' (Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy)
Mack when I'm talkin', strapped and I'm ballin'
Bitch, why you talkin'?
Bitch, I'm the sharpest
Step on the scene, nigga, clean as I can be
I tell a young nigga, "Be all that you can be"
I came from the block, to real estatе and yachts
Chillin' but I'm hot, switchy on the rock
Digi' weight and rocks, [?]
[?], FN stockin'
I'm dippin' up the hill, whitе Ghost posted
See my cuts filled, might gotta tuck .40
I'm on it, everything I do be the coldest
Every whip I push be the coldest, nigga
[Chorus]
I'm a motherfuckin' G, I get money in my sleep
Give a fuck what niggas talkin', nigga, I need everything
Dope dealin', hoes workin', nigga, that's just what we seen
Hell yeah, I'm gon' stunt, and I'm ridin' stupid clean
Big D's in the chain, I'm a product of the game
I ain't gotta' say it twice, she gon' do what I say
Tryna make it to the top, tryna make it out the game
I need money, whips, bitch, everything
[Verse 2]
Bitch, please
Don't hit my phone with the mainey, I squeeze
If a nigga reach for this chain, I'm just coolin'
Street nigga, I don't want fame, I be bikin'
But even then, I still got flame
On my way, heard a nigga need 'bout ten
San Leandro, nigga, we can meet around ten
I'm just parked, tan Tahoe with the bag, movin' smart
Different location with the mack, with a bitch
Sucka ass nigga tried to get me, tweakin'
Bout' to bend the corner, drop fifty
But fuck it, I'm way too rich to trip
And way too legit to quit, hol' on
Yokin', grippin' on her neck while I'm strokin'
Tuck the hundred thousand, I ain't blow it
Every time I clap, use Trojans
I don't just rap, street poet
Everybody know it, nigga
[Chorus]
I'm a motherfuckin' G, I get money in my sleep
Give a fuck what niggas talkin', nigga, I need everything
Dope dealin', hoes workin', nigga, that's just what we seen
Hell yeah, I'm gon' stunt, and I'm ridin' stupid clean
Big D's in the chain, I'm a product of the game
I ain't gotta' say it twice, she gon' do what I say
Tryna make it to the top, tryna make it out the game
I need money, whips, bitch, everything
[Outro]
I need all that shit, nigga
Every motherfuckin' dime of that shit
Yeah, TFM, numbers, good job
DJ Idea, what's happenin'?
Uh, damn
Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy
The Machinist
"The Machinist" is a song that finds Larry June exactly where his fans love him most: cruising through familiar territory with a laid-back, unhurried flow and a beat that feels like summer. The track, released on 8 June 2026 via The Freeminded Records / EMPIRE, was produced by DJ Idea, and it marks a return to solo roots for the Bay Area rapper after a string of collaborations, including the Curren$y and The Alchemist project "Spiral Staircases."
The song is pure West Coast heat. The production is a laid-back, old-school bumper with gliding, groovy instrumentation that screams car speaker essential. It is the kind of beat that makes you want to roll the windows down and cruise, with that unmistakable Bay Area bounce. The official video, directed by Sean Kelly, leans heavily into cinematic nostalgia, with a clear homage to the 1998 film "Belly," complete with gritty street views, blue-tinted aesthetics, and raw, unfiltered energy.
Lyrically, June delivers his trademark style: casual yet precise, bordering on effortless. He glides through bars about wealth-building, luxury whips, real estate, street smarts, and staying sharp. "I'm a motherfuckin' G, I get money in my sleep," he raps, and the line captures the confidence that has made him one of the most consistent voices in West Coast hip-hop. The chorus hits with repeatable swagger: "I need money, whips, everything." It is motivational hustle talk wrapped in the cool, product-of-the-game confidence that fans have come to expect.
The song touches on everything from Pontiacs and choppas to yachts and investments, familiar Larry June territory, but executed with that consistent polish. It is not a song that tries to reinvent the wheel; it is a song that does what Larry June does best, and it does it well.
For a reviewer, "The Machinist" is another solid, no-frills win for Larry June. It is high-quality, feel-good hip-hop built for the streets and the summer playlists, the kind of track that sounds great in a car, at a barbecue, or anywhere else you want to feel good. It is a reminder of why Larry June has become one of the most reliable artists in the genre, and it is a welcome addition to his growing catalogue.