[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
Time to show 'em proof, mm-mm-mm-mm
Get money, yeah
Get money, yeah
Get money, uh
Get money, get money, yeah
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Cocaine and assault rifles (Brr)
My progress can't be stifled (Not at all)
Fuck boy, I never liked you (I don't fuck with you niggas)
Fuck around and make us green light you (Look)
I just want the bag (I just want the bag)
It ain't about no bag, no conversations can't be had (I ain't talkin')
I never liked you (I don't fuck with y'all)
Cocaine and assault rifles (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
We pull up in that Rolls Royce, motor cave
We shittin' all summer, in the winter, put thе toys away (Uh-huh)
Machine was in the studio, recordin' likе four a day (Was in my bag)
Tour on the private jet, goin' to the ranch to record with Ye (What up, my nigga?)
I know them niggas with switches, I know them young boys with Ks
Nigga, we stood in the kitchens, lockin' them oils, wait (Hahaha)
It's gettin' spooky and I ain't sure if I coined the phrase
But ever since I said it, man, just look how much noise it make (Ah-ha)
The table full of tiger prawns and raw oyster trays
Goose gettin' in position, I wanna see my boy get paid (Get your bag, nigga)
The MVP and championship trophy, we gon' hoist the way
They shot at me and missed, somebody dyin' for that choice they made (You fucked up, right?)
Summertime, New York City, I brought the drop out
Back table lobster sate's at Brooklyn Chop House (Yeah)
Parkin' anywhere, fuck a ticket, we knock a cop out (Haha)
Park it anywhere, fuck a ticket, ayo (Talk to 'em)
Look, I'm on a streak, like my nigga Diggs on a hot route
Used to be at the table, baggin' up The College Dropout (Nah)
My nigga ain't take his case to trial, he took the cop out (Nah)
These niggas movin' they release date back when I pop out (I see it)
Damn, what is you sayin'? I was outside, hustlin' grams
I looked my man right in his eyes and I said "Bro, what is your plan?"
Run up your bands, this where I stand, I bought some diamonds for both of my hands
If I'm in a jam, I'm uppin' the can', you try to run down, won't let you advance (Brr)
Nigga, we got
Yeah
Time to show 'em proof, mm-mm-mm-mm
Get money, yeah
Get money, yeah
Get money, uh
Get money, get money, yeah
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Cocaine and assault rifles (Brr)
My progress can't be stifled (Not at all)
Fuck boy, I never liked you (I don't fuck with you niggas)
Fuck around and make us green light you (Look)
I just want the bag (I just want the bag)
It ain't about no bag, no conversations can't be had (I ain't talkin')
I never liked you (I don't fuck with y'all)
Cocaine and assault rifles (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
We pull up in that Rolls Royce, motor cave
We shittin' all summer, in the winter, put thе toys away (Uh-huh)
Machine was in the studio, recordin' likе four a day (Was in my bag)
Tour on the private jet, goin' to the ranch to record with Ye (What up, my nigga?)
I know them niggas with switches, I know them young boys with Ks
Nigga, we stood in the kitchens, lockin' them oils, wait (Hahaha)
It's gettin' spooky and I ain't sure if I coined the phrase
But ever since I said it, man, just look how much noise it make (Ah-ha)
The table full of tiger prawns and raw oyster trays
Goose gettin' in position, I wanna see my boy get paid (Get your bag, nigga)
The MVP and championship trophy, we gon' hoist the way
They shot at me and missed, somebody dyin' for that choice they made (You fucked up, right?)
Summertime, New York City, I brought the drop out
Back table lobster sate's at Brooklyn Chop House (Yeah)
Parkin' anywhere, fuck a ticket, we knock a cop out (Haha)
Park it anywhere, fuck a ticket, ayo (Talk to 'em)
Look, I'm on a streak, like my nigga Diggs on a hot route
Used to be at the table, baggin' up The College Dropout (Nah)
My nigga ain't take his case to trial, he took the cop out (Nah)
These niggas movin' they release date back when I pop out (I see it)
Damn, what is you sayin'? I was outside, hustlin' grams
I looked my man right in his eyes and I said "Bro, what is your plan?"
Run up your bands, this where I stand, I bought some diamonds for both of my hands
If I'm in a jam, I'm uppin' the can', you try to run down, won't let you advance (Brr)
Nigga, we got
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