LALO

[Intro: Conway the Machine]

Woo, woo

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

Don't minimize my grind

I've been on killin' time since the minute that I signed

You ain't findin' these kicks, these shits is limited design

My mom pickin' decor for the interior design (Get the house right)

Look, we about ownin' properties, how it got to be

Too many shot, deceased

Then they moms gotta sell dinners when they die, like (Tss), that's the atrocity (It's fucked up)

Take your trap money, buy back the hood, that's my philosophy (Uh-huh)

But niggas be speedin' through life, high velocity

I'm in a drop, two-seater, bitch with me lookin' like Jocelyn

I'm askin' God to please Kehlani me (Haha)

Let me take her on shoppin' spree

Niggas ain't flyer than me and can't fuck with me sonically (Talk to 'em)

These new rap niggas my sons, I'm feelin' fatherly (Uh-huh)

Respected more than your father, boy, you should honor me (Woo)

Well, fuck your father, I would take my razor to his face and leave the scars shaped like an apostrophe

Look, Machine back, the nigga they can't fuck with

I'm just gettin' in my groove, I'm really just gettin' adjusted (I'm gettin' in my bag)

Look, I mixed the soda with the yola and I fluffed it (Whip)

Cooked my first quarter brick and fucked it up 'cause I rushed it (Swear to God)

Ah, two ounces bagged up in twenties, I'm disgusted

When Neiman and Johnnie Walker raided the spot, I flushed it (Taliban)

Niggas talkin' all this rich shit and all this tough shit

That bitch you puttin' babies in, nigga, I wouldn't touch with

A ten foot pole, bought me a Benz to stroll (Ah)

Neck full of expensive gold (Ah)

Wrist got presidential Role' (Ah)

Bottega on my bitch's toe (Woo)

Uh, Bentayga when she hit the road

Got paper and that bitch is cold

I'm basically a different zone

[Chorus: Conway the Machine & Benny The Butcher]

Drug money (Drug money), drug money (Talk to 'em)

Them bitches love niggas with drug money (Drug money)

Fuck on her good, then she can't get a hug from me

The bitches love niggas with drug money, yeah (Drug money)

Drug money (Uh), drug money (Real shit though)

Them bitches love niggas with drug money (Neiman and Johnny Walker)

Niggas postin' pics on the 'Gram with the plug money (Raided my shit twice)

So niggas kick down your door for the drug money, yeah (The Butcher comin', nigga)

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher]

I'm tryna be careful 'bout what I say on this

Ain't talkin' food when I say Filet-O-Fish, that's a yayo dish

Get with me, bills crispy, straight from the bank with it (Nigga)

Countin' sound like openin' bags of potato chips

Fuck these funny artisans, know about money launderin'

Price is so low, other hustlers hope I get caught again

I'm in my hood, fuckin' around with my homie, arguin'

'Bout who sold more, if it's him (Shit), least I taught him it

Peddle cocaine, Mexican grade, then I stepped on mine (I did)

We the same, except for I am secure as the FOI (Ah)

I can detect a spy (I can), they tryna connect the guys (For real)

To the corner we fed with pies, the word is I bled it dry

My old motto was "If she wanna spend, she gotta help trap"

But puttin' my bitch in harm's way, it wasn't no sense in that (Uh-uh)

'Cause I need her to have my back in case somebody else cracked

I let her spend all these racks, but remind her that I'm the catch

These bricks that I'm handlin' and these shifts that I'm managin'

Made me and my friends famous like Jennifer Aniston (Let's go)

It's gon' take drug money to keep her especially (Ah)

She either Ginger Rothstein or Keisha from Belly, let's go

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

Drug money (Drug money), drug money (Talk to 'em)

Them bitches love niggas with drug money ('Kay)

Fuck on her good, then she can't get a hug from me

The bitches love niggas with drug money, yeah (Drug money)

Drug money (Drug money), drug money (Drug money)

Them bitches love niggas with drug money (Drug money)

Niggas postin' pics on the 'Gram with the plug money (Ah)

So niggas kick down your door for the drug money, yeah

[Verse 3: 38 Spesh]

Ayo, these hoes meet you and have a field day

She got you saved in her phone under, "Bill pay"

I watch sports on a chill day

Cop bricks by the Staples Center, but send 'em where the Bills play

Don't trust hoes 'cause they will stray

Fuck a bitch, this blue steel tray is my real bae

You gon' need somethin' that kill pain

I bring a five hundred judge to a fight like it's Mills Lane

I don't treat a ho great, I treat a ho fair

If you treat a ho great, then she won't care

Take a ho on a date, bitch, I won't dare

Might get a to-go plate, we can both share

King of the streets, I did the most here

Set the city on fire, build an empire before the smoke clear

Yeah, I just hit a big weight robbery

Gamble with life like it's the quick play lottery

I give space and privacy

Nigga, I could teach a class 'bout bars and call it mixtapeology

A bitch can't lie to me

I only let her take dick, you let the bitch dictate policy

Trust

[Outro: Conway the Machine]

Drug money