[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
You know we gettin' the most money, nigga
(That's a Mini Boom)
You know we gettin’ the biggest bags, nigga
You know them niggas still starvin', right? (Hahaha)
Yeah
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
They say, "Machine, you are him" (Ha, ah, ah)
30-01, it's the RM, ayy (Woah, woah)
Used to ship the raw in
Now they ship the Lamborghini and Ferrar' in, woah (Yoom)
They say, "Machine, you are him"
30-01, it's the RM, ayy (Ha-ah)
Used to ship the raw in
Now they ship the Lamborghini and Ferrar' in, woah (Woah, woah)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Gang ridin' in a Scat Pack, tires gon' screech
Analyze the stats, boy, we ridin' on the street
A lot of y'all rappers should retire 'cause it's weak
Hit her, send her back, and I ain't buy her shit to eat
Thousand for my kicks, it's Balenci' on the feet
They reckless online, I never see 'em on the streets
I met her on the 'Gram and got top the same week
She eatin' cat too, ooh, she a lil' freak
Neph' ridin' in the Trackhawk listenin' to Meek
Put a nigga on the news if he thinkin' shit is sweet
Nigga dissin' on the gang and his post on the sneak
I ain't even respond 'cause that boy obsolete (Ha)
Ridin' through the city, big money on the plates (Yeah)
Bitch tryna talk, I can't hear over the bass (Yeah, yeah)
Balled up a 7 in my swisher, I can taste it (Smokin')
A ho'll probably faint if she seen what's in my safe (Hahaha)
Big bread (Big bread), we gettin' big bread (Uh huh)
Pop Star in my DM, hey, Big Head (What up, baby?)
I like when her ass fat with the thick legs
Uh, wake up every mornin', gotta get bread (Uh huh)
Ayy, where your bag at? (Where your bag at?)
Oh, ayy, where your bag at? Nigga, where your bag?
Ayy, where your bag at?
Oh, ayy, where your bag at? Bitch, where your bag?
Yeah
You know we gettin' the most money, nigga
(That's a Mini Boom)
You know we gettin’ the biggest bags, nigga
You know them niggas still starvin', right? (Hahaha)
Yeah
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
They say, "Machine, you are him" (Ha, ah, ah)
30-01, it's the RM, ayy (Woah, woah)
Used to ship the raw in
Now they ship the Lamborghini and Ferrar' in, woah (Yoom)
They say, "Machine, you are him"
30-01, it's the RM, ayy (Ha-ah)
Used to ship the raw in
Now they ship the Lamborghini and Ferrar' in, woah (Woah, woah)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Gang ridin' in a Scat Pack, tires gon' screech
Analyze the stats, boy, we ridin' on the street
A lot of y'all rappers should retire 'cause it's weak
Hit her, send her back, and I ain't buy her shit to eat
Thousand for my kicks, it's Balenci' on the feet
They reckless online, I never see 'em on the streets
I met her on the 'Gram and got top the same week
She eatin' cat too, ooh, she a lil' freak
Neph' ridin' in the Trackhawk listenin' to Meek
Put a nigga on the news if he thinkin' shit is sweet
Nigga dissin' on the gang and his post on the sneak
I ain't even respond 'cause that boy obsolete (Ha)
Ridin' through the city, big money on the plates (Yeah)
Bitch tryna talk, I can't hear over the bass (Yeah, yeah)
Balled up a 7 in my swisher, I can taste it (Smokin')
A ho'll probably faint if she seen what's in my safe (Hahaha)
Big bread (Big bread), we gettin' big bread (Uh huh)
Pop Star in my DM, hey, Big Head (What up, baby?)
I like when her ass fat with the thick legs
Uh, wake up every mornin', gotta get bread (Uh huh)
Ayy, where your bag at? (Where your bag at?)
Oh, ayy, where your bag at? Nigga, where your bag?
Ayy, where your bag at?
Oh, ayy, where your bag at? Bitch, where your bag?
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