[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, home at the Wims, don't even comb my hair
The bitches smell the money, when I walk in, they noise is flared (Ha)
Came from the bottom, shit, I barely had clothes to wear
So give me my roses while I’m here, bitch, it's only fair (Give me my flowers)
You know how niggas rockin' over here
Lil’ bro just caught his eighth body, before he made it to his Kobe year (Shit)
Shit, nigga (Made it to twenty-four, yeah)
That nigga caught eight bodies, bеfore he made it to his Kobе year (Brr)
COVID here and everybody masked up
It took six niggas six hours, just to bag up (Talk to 'em)
Hold my glass up, sippin' Cruige in a Maybach truck
A real boss gon' make sure all his peoples got they bag up (Get your bag, king)
You talk the hardest niggas out, my name get definitely brought up (Ha)
But it's deeper than rap, take my racks and invest into stardom (Woo)
When you rich and you black, you become a threat, when you smart enough (Talk)
My nigga died while writin' this verse, like my heart ain't dark enough
Shit, made my heart hard enough (Shit)
Drac' go put them niggas on spin cycle, we wash ’em up (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
My wrist cost a buck, them bricks bought from us
The big dawg my pups, got switch on the Glocks, they lift off and bust (Ha)
They say imitation a form of flattery (Aha)
Machine get on a beat, it’s assaultin' battery (Hahaha)
They’re gettin' so much money, my old bitches is mad at me (Ha)
For how I put my new bitch in gallery, change the salary (Let's get it)
Look, home at the Wims, don't even comb my hair
The bitches smell the money, when I walk in, they noise is flared (Ha)
Came from the bottom, shit, I barely had clothes to wear
So give me my roses while I’m here, bitch, it's only fair (Give me my flowers)
You know how niggas rockin' over here
Lil’ bro just caught his eighth body, before he made it to his Kobe year (Shit)
Shit, nigga (Made it to twenty-four, yeah)
That nigga caught eight bodies, bеfore he made it to his Kobе year (Brr)
COVID here and everybody masked up
It took six niggas six hours, just to bag up (Talk to 'em)
Hold my glass up, sippin' Cruige in a Maybach truck
A real boss gon' make sure all his peoples got they bag up (Get your bag, king)
You talk the hardest niggas out, my name get definitely brought up (Ha)
But it's deeper than rap, take my racks and invest into stardom (Woo)
When you rich and you black, you become a threat, when you smart enough (Talk)
My nigga died while writin' this verse, like my heart ain't dark enough
Shit, made my heart hard enough (Shit)
Drac' go put them niggas on spin cycle, we wash ’em up (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
My wrist cost a buck, them bricks bought from us
The big dawg my pups, got switch on the Glocks, they lift off and bust (Ha)
They say imitation a form of flattery (Aha)
Machine get on a beat, it’s assaultin' battery (Hahaha)
They’re gettin' so much money, my old bitches is mad at me (Ha)
For how I put my new bitch in gallery, change the salary (Let's get it)
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