Can’t You Be Conway the Machine (Ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Jeremih)

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Hitmaka
Yeah

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Give me all the pretty women form Pasadena to Medina
Conway get in between you, then peep the prognosis
We pop toast and pop corks of the most expensive champagne
Post where Malibu Coast is (Talk to 'em)
Grab you by the waist, I'm pullin' you closer
Fuck on you good, the way I'm supposed to
Yeah, I make the bands your man can't make
Baby girl, I just wanna make sure you straight
Real nigga shit, yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Okay, I got a rich nigga mindset
But still I'm with a bad bitch out the projects
And we been outside, niggas talkin' nonsense
They bettin' on my downfall, got them upset
Plus niggas in the city really on that fly shit
Five hundred on a Richie, cost more than my car, yeah
Double pipes on the foreign, baby, I'm exhausted
Niggas think they on shit, but they lost it

[Post-Chorus: Jeremih]
Oh baby, can't you see? (Woo)
All this time, been temptin' me (Temptin' me)
Yeah, come close, get next to me
Come get the best of me (Woo, woo)