London Pound Conway the Machine (Ft. Berner)

[Intro: Berner]
Yeah, Machine, what up?
This a vibe
Cookin' Soul

[Verse 1: Berner]
Vacation house cost a quarter milli' for the week
From rubber bands on the wrist to VV's on the new Philippe
We got a different reach, I'm global plus your boy a mogul
A million pounds at the ranch house in Acapulco
Rare Polo and vintage lenses, I'm whippin' Benzes
Rest in peace, they killed my lil' homie for his necklace
Don Pérignon, all this shit I smoke is strong
Mow the lawn, the snakes in the mix, I want 'em gone
I'm out in Brooklyn moving, just broke the digi' scale
They broke, they wanna see me fail, 'cause their bag is stale
Crab cakes and cocaine, convos with the real cartel
This shit fly, the work your plug got is hard to sell
Conway, I'm on one, a hundred in my carry-on
The fast life is beautiful, it doesn't last very long
NY, we ready, branded baggies in my 'telly, yeah
Bulletproof Chevy and my shooter's hand steady

[Interlude: Conway]
Yeah, talk your shit, playboy
I mean we runnin' this shit right now
We got somethin' special on the way too
Look