LALO
Conway the Machine, 38 Spesh, Benny the Butcher
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Woo, woo Don't minimize my grind I've been on Killin' time since the minute that I signed You ain't findin' these kicks, these shits is limited design My mom pick the décor for the interior design, look (get the house right) We about ownin' properties, how it got to be Too many shot, deceased Then they mom's gotta sell dinners when they die Like (tss), that's the atrocity (it's fucked up) Take your trap money, buy back the hood, that's my philosophy (uh-huh) But niggas be speedin' through life, high velocity I'm in a drop, two-seater, bitch with me lookin' like Jocelyn I'm askin' God to please Kalan and me (haha) Let me take her on shoppin' spree Niggas ain't flyer than me and can't f*ck with me sonically (talk to 'em) These new rap niggas my sons, I'm feelin' fatherly (uh-huh) Respect it more than your father, boy, you should honor me (woo) Well, f*ck your father, I would take my razor to his face And leave the scars shaped like an apostrophe, look (hold that) Machine back, the nigga they can't f*ck with I'm just gettin' in my groove, I'm really just gettin' adjusted (I'm gettin' in my bag) Look, I mixed the soda with the yola and I fluffed it (whip) Cooked my first quarter brick and fucked it up, 'cause I rushed it, ah (swear to God) Two ounces bagged up in twenties, I'm disgusted When Neiman and Johnny Walker raided the spot, I flushed it (toilet bag) Niggas talkin' all this rich shit and all this tough shit That bitch you puttin' babies in, nigga, I wouldn't touch (hahaha) With a ten foot pole, bought me a Benz to stroll (ah) Neck full of expensive gold (ah) Wrist got presidential Role' (ah), Bottega on my bitches' toe (woo) Uh, Bentayga when she hit the rogue I pay for and that bitch is cold, I'm basically a different zone Drug money (drug money), drug money (talk to 'em) Them bitches love niggas with drug money (drug money) F*ck on her good, then she can't get a hug from me (hahaha) The bitches love niggas with drug money, yeah (drug money) Drug money (uh), drug money (real shit though) The bitches love niggas with drug money (Neiman and Johnny Walker) Niggas postin' pics on the 'Gram with the plug money (raided my shit twice) So niggas kick down your door for the drug money, yeah (The Butcher comin', nigga) I'm tryna be careful 'bout what I say on this Ain't talkin' food when I say filet-o-fish, that's a yayo dish Get with me, bills crispy, straight from the bank with it, nigga Countin' sound like openin' bags of potato chips (hahaha) F*ck these funny artists that know about money launderin' Price is so low, other hustlers hope I get caught again I'm in my hood, fuckin' around with my homie, arguin' 'Bout who sold more, if it's him, shit, least I taught him it Peddle cocaine, Mexican grade, then I stepped on mine with it (I did) What they sayin', except for I am secure as the FOI (ah) I can detect a spy (I can), they tryna connect the guys (for real) To a corner we fed with pies, the word is I bled it dry My old motto was "If she wanna spend, she gotta help trap" But puttin' my bitch in harm's way, it wasn't no sense in that (uh-uh) 'Cause I need her to have my back, in case somebody else cracked I let her spend all these racks, but remind her that I'm the catch These bricks that I'm handlin' and these shifts that I'm managin' Made me and my friends famous, like Jennifer Aniston (let's go) It's gon' take drug money to keep her especially (ah) She either Ginger Rothstein, or Keisha from Belly, let's go Drug money (drug money), drug money (talk to 'em) Them bitches love niggas with drug money ('kay) F*ck on her good, then she can't get a hug from me (hahaha) The bitches love niggas with drug money, yeah (drug money) Drug money (drug money), drug money (drug money) The bitches love niggas with drug money (drug money) Niggas postin' pics on the 'Gram with the plug money (ah) So niggas kick down your door for the drug money, yeah Ayy, yeah, these hoes meet you and have a field day She got you saved in her phone under "bill paid" I watch sports on a chill day Cop brick by the Staples Center, but send 'em where the Bills play Don't trust hoes 'cause they will stray F*ck a bitch, this blue steel tray is my real bae You gon' need something that kill pain I bring a 500 judge to a fight like it's Mills Lane I don't treat a ho great, I treat a ho fair If you treat a ho great then she won't care Take a ho on a date, bitch, I won't dare Might get a to-go plate, we can both share King of the streets, I did the most here Set the city on fire, build an empire before the smoke clear Yeah, I just hit a big weight robbery Gamble with life, like it's the quick play lottery I give space and privacy Nigga, I could teach a class about bars and call it mixtapeology A bitch can't lie to me, I only let her take dick You let the bitch dictate policy Trust Drug money (drug money, drug money)
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Written by: Demond Price, Jeremie Pennick, Justin Harrell, Ben Poupore
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