[Intro: Conway the Machine]
I feel wonderful, hahahaha
I feel amazin', nigga, haha
Oh my fuckin' God, nigga (Yeah)
Rich as a bitch right now (Look, uh)
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Hundred racks in my sweatpants
Did my scorin' in Portland, I'm Bonzi Wells with the headband (Woo)
Build the next powerhouse record label, that was my next plan (Talk to 'em)
DrumWork like Death Row in the '90s mixed with Def Jam (Hah)
We the Def Squad, but I shoot solo, I'm Redman (Brrt)
Right hand holdin' the steering wheel, bustin' back with my left hand (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm still bustin' down the Presidential Rolex band (Uh-huh)
Every day I collect bands, Lambo truck color eggplant (Talk to 'em)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, you get fronted a brick, better stack what you made (Hah)
Stack up and save, made the plug happy that you came back and you paid
If not, you buyin' one and he gon' front you one (He gon' front you)
Then you turn that two to three or four then watch that money come (Whip up)
Seem like the last three or four years, I been on a money run (I been eatin')
New business endeavours, so this year, I'm on another run
How you talkin' crazy on your songs when you don't bust your gun?
Niggas runnin' down, checkin' your tats like, "Where the fuck you from?" (Where you from, pussy?)
Like, "Nigga, what you claim?" (Hah)
And I know them Blood homies, they gon' come and let it bang (Hah)
And I know some Crip homies that's gon' come and do the same (Yeah)
I'm neutral but respected 'cause I been puttin' in pain, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I feel wonderful, hahahaha
I feel amazin', nigga, haha
Oh my fuckin' God, nigga (Yeah)
Rich as a bitch right now (Look, uh)
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Hundred racks in my sweatpants
Did my scorin' in Portland, I'm Bonzi Wells with the headband (Woo)
Build the next powerhouse record label, that was my next plan (Talk to 'em)
DrumWork like Death Row in the '90s mixed with Def Jam (Hah)
We the Def Squad, but I shoot solo, I'm Redman (Brrt)
Right hand holdin' the steering wheel, bustin' back with my left hand (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm still bustin' down the Presidential Rolex band (Uh-huh)
Every day I collect bands, Lambo truck color eggplant (Talk to 'em)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, you get fronted a brick, better stack what you made (Hah)
Stack up and save, made the plug happy that you came back and you paid
If not, you buyin' one and he gon' front you one (He gon' front you)
Then you turn that two to three or four then watch that money come (Whip up)
Seem like the last three or four years, I been on a money run (I been eatin')
New business endeavours, so this year, I'm on another run
How you talkin' crazy on your songs when you don't bust your gun?
Niggas runnin' down, checkin' your tats like, "Where the fuck you from?" (Where you from, pussy?)
Like, "Nigga, what you claim?" (Hah)
And I know them Blood homies, they gon' come and let it bang (Hah)
And I know some Crip homies that's gon' come and do the same (Yeah)
I'm neutral but respected 'cause I been puttin' in pain, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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