[Conway the Machine]
Uh
Here we go again, right
Look, look
[Conway the Machine]
Record label try handing me a contract, I spit on it
It ain't at least thirty million, then I ain't signing shit on it
I push the AMG G-Wagon, a kid on it
The black and gold Maybach truck, the mirror tint on it
Any collaborations you know what Machine did on it
I only got on them niggas songs so I can shit on it
You the type nigga taking your baby mama' stimulus
And lose it all at the dice game, you 'posed to be flippin' it
The young boys on demon time, they gremlins
And you know I'ma be the one that's sendin' 'em
Machine back bitch, nobody ill as him with syllables and synonyms
My women friends rock Prada boots, don't fuck with Timberlands
The instrumental get hit with Mach truck when I go in on it
These internet niggas act tough 'til you run into them
Push up on niggas, big strap, what, they actin' innocent
They tremblin', the flow is like Kyrie dribblin'
Tween cross tween step back, the shot I drill again
Oh, there he go again, showin' off on a beat
Without a pen again, showin' you nobody fuckin' with him again
[Goose]
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout
You could play all you want I'ma grind
Trust me I got money on my mind
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout
[Conway the Machine]
Uh-huh
Told you we really killin'
Squeeze at your cap then really peel it
Then pee on your hat like a Phillie's fitted
In Miami with the heat in the bucket I'm Jimmy with it
But I shoot it in your face like Curry done shimmy with it, nigga
Ayo, I don't think these fuck niggas listenin' properly
Got so much cash out to deal they considered it robbery
I don't wanna hear you broke niggas ifs and your problems
Ain't postin' drip on the 'gram no more 'cause them niggas just watch me
And put emojis in my comments that niggas 'gon copy
That's why my style switch up soon as they figure they got me
Look where this vision done got me (Talk to 'em, king)
Flew my bitch from Buffalo to Vegas, she lickin' me sloppy
About a million worth of chips when we hit the Bellagi'
Plus I know she never ever been in a Ferrari
No pizza and wings, baby, we gonna get Calamari
You ain't Nicki Minaj then you isn't a barbie
Eighty pointers my jeweller tryna fit on my Carti's
My young bitches like to fuck me and listen to Carti
Know an old-head that had a brick since Nintendo Atari
Wearin' goggles while he cookin', I call that nigga Amari
Never played the NBA game but I'm richin' than Barkley
Goose, why these niggas gon' start me, shit
[Goose]
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout
You could play all you want I'ma grind
Trust me I got money on my mind
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million
And I'm tryna see what that's 'bout
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