[Conway the Machine:] Uh Here we go again, right Look, look
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 'boutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
