Greed

[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

[Bridge: Conway the Machine]

Greed

Greed

Greed

Greed

[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 2: Conway the Machine]

I’m just trying to get my bread right

Yeah, I’m getting head, running red lights

Yeah, I got a 2 liter of red sprite

You talking like you balling, homie, but your bread light

Brother been in the feds twice

My other nigga got fed life (free my nigga)

Move five racks of onyx on a dead night

Real thick bitch have my dick hard as a lead pipe

I hate a fuck nigga with a passion

I bought a chopper for my 16-year-old assassin

Getting all this money, I thought it developed a habit

Like every night, I got to get head from a bad bitch

Sleep on me if you want, you’ll be dead on your mattress

Goons show up to your wake and put lead in your casket

My whole attitude is “fuck niggas”

They got a little bread, but they’re still fuck niggas

[Bridge: Conway the Machine]

Greed

Greed

Greed

Greed

[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

[Outro: DJ Infamous]

My attitude is “fuck niggas, too”

All I’m worried about, Con

Is getting this money

Fucking these bitches

And taking over the streets, nigga

Conway, DJ Infamous

You niggas ain’t on our fucking level

*Amerikan Greed*, the mixtape

Let’s go