Greed Conway the Machine (Ft. DJ Infamous)

[Intro: DJ Infamous]
It’s the new regime in these streets
The power of the dollar is at an all-time high
We call it Amerikan Greed
Set it back to the streets
Conway
Shout out to Westside Gunn
Hold up
You know who I be
DJ Infamous
DTP, we the best
The streets been calling for it, Con
But now we’re gon’ give it to them
That’s why we call it *Amerikan Greed*, nigga
Let’s go

[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: Conway the Machine]
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 in the field with the drums like a fucking marching band
[?] rims on my auto chrome
I got a tool for whatever, I’m in my auto zone
I flew to get them then I brought them home
Got on the phone, hit my bro and told I’m gon’ be 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 homie, [?], I dump this 5th in your face
Presi suite at the Royal Palm and your bitch in my face
[] G’s, [?] stuffed in them
Streets is full of fuck niggas, I don’t fuck with them