Perfect Conway the Machine (Ft. Rick Hyde)

[Chorus: Rick Hyde]
She blew fame, twerkin' it
Studio, workin' it
She know what her purpose is
She my lil' perfect bitch (Turned up!)
We go to Neiman Marc', and she know what them purses is
Using tips for her purchases
She know what her purpose is
She my lil' perfect bitch
She my lil' perfect bitch
She my lil' perfect bitch (Turned up!)
She my lil' perfect bitch
She know what her purpose is
She my lil' perfect bitch (Uh)
She my lil' perfеct bitch
She my lil' perfect bitch

[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]
Yеah, all this sour diesel got me in a daze
I been waiting on the, DJ to call you up to the stage
Girl, the way you moving your body, I'm like damn this shit cray'
Got me ready to throw it all, I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm paid
Blew like ten racks, and that ain't even half of what I made
But that's more than what he got saved
That's more than what he got saved
She bustin' it, she bustin' it, she got tatts all on her legs
Tatts all on her ass, stacks all in her bag
She my lil' perfect bitch
Hermès and Birkin shit
She go to Neiman Marc', and she know what them purses is
She cash out for the night, it's enough she can purchase it
Imma' smash shorty all night, till' the morning I'm hurtin' it