Super Bowl Conway the Machine (Ft. Juicy J & Sauce Walka)

[Intro: Juicy J & The Four Tops]
Play me some pimpin', man
Put a little love away
Everybody needs a penny for a rainy day
Put a little love away
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, big rings, two of those (Yeah)
Super Bowl, Super Bowl (Yeah)
Lot of money, lot of hoes (Yeah)
Lot of money, lot of money, yeah (Woo)
Big forty, nigga, play with me (Huh?)
Feelin' like I won the AFC (Yeah)
Lamb' truck to get from A to B (Yeah)
Still winnin', what they hate to see (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, woo, got the forty on the stage with me (Brr)
Never lackin', nigga, wait and see (Brr)
Never lackin', nigga, play and see (Brr)
Woo, woo, woo, fuck hеr good, she wanna stay with me (Huh?)
But I could nevеr be faithful to a bitch, I don't live my life faithfully
I'm only faithful to the cash, yeah (Woah)
Straight forward to the bag, uh (Woah)
I don't wait for it, I don't ask (Woah)
I'ma take all of it, I take all it, I'ma take off, I'm finna blast (Yeah)
Yeah, play my tape for them and they say, "Nah, the nigga spazzin" (Yeah)
Got Spade pourin' in the glass
All my bitches ratchet, they like drinkin' out the bottle (Ha)
The bottle (Ha), the bottle (Woo)
Yeah, all my bitches ratchet, they like drinkin' out the bottle (Woo)
The bottle (Woah), woo, yeah
Still on go, on missions
Still keep the Draco with beam and extensions
Still gon' air it if it's tension (Brr, brr)
Told 'em, "I don't really like that," they ain't listen
Shoot it quick, I ain't missin' (Boom, boom)
Scope on the top of it hit you from distance (Woah)
I just won my division (Woah, woah)
Championship rings on my fist glisten (Brr)