Greed prod DJ Infamous Conway the Machine

[Hook: Conway the Machine]
Wake up every morning, got to count something
Grinding all night, my bitch think I was out fucking
Little homie said he itching, he need to out something
Army fatigues, long rifle like he out hunting

[Verse 1]
I got a table full of contraband
I let my bitches bag it while I count the bands
My young boys love to let them choppers blam
Play the field with them drums like a fucking college band
AutoStar button rims on my auto chrome
I got em two for whatever, I’m in my auto zone
I flew to get him then I brought him home
Got on the phone, hit bro and told my dawg we on
Too much money to fit in the safe
I pray this money don’t get me a case
Fly to Miami, plug lived to get me some ace
It been a good week, I’ma get me a case
Word to the holy Quran, I dump this 5th in your face
Presi suite at the Royal Palm and your bitch in my face
Robin Jeans, racks stuffed in them
Streets is full of fuck niggas, I don’t fuck with them

[Bridge]
Greed
Greed
Greed
Greed