LALO (Original) lyrics

[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 sh*ts 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 f*cked up)
Take your trap money, buy back the hood, that's my philosophy (Uh-huh)
But n*ggas be speedin' through life, high vеlocity
I'm in a drop, two-seater, b*tch with me lookin' likе Jocelyn
I'm askin' God to please Kehlani me (Haha)
Let me take her on shoppin' spree
n*ggas ain't flyer than me and can't f*ck with me sonically (Talk to 'em)
These new rap n*ggas my sons, I'm feelin' fatherly (Uh-huh)
Respected more than your father, boy, you should honor me (Woo)
Well, f*ck your father, I would take my razor to his face and leave the scars shaped like an apostrophe
Look, Machine back, the n*gga they can't f*ck 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 f*cked 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)
n*ggas talkin' all this rich sh*t and all this tough sh*t
That b*tch you puttin' babies in, n*gga, 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 b*tch's toe (Woo)
Uh, Bentayga when she hit the road
Got paper and that b*tch 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 b*tches love n*ggas with drug money (Drug money)
f*ck on her good, then she can't get a hug from me
The b*tches love n*ggas with drug money, yeah (Drug money)
Drug money (Uh), drug money (Real sh*t though)
The b*tches love n*ggas with drug money (Neiman and Johnnie Walker)
n*ggas postin' pics on the 'Gram with the plug money (Raided my sh*t twice)
'Til n*ggas kick down your door for your drug money, yeah (The Butcher comin', n*gga)

[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 (n*gga)
Countin' sound like openin' bags of potato chips
f*ck these funny artisans, know about money launderin'
Price is so low, other hustlers hope I get caught again
I'm in my hood, f*ckin' around with my homie, arguin'
'Bout who sold more, if it's him (sh*t), 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 b*tch 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 b*tches love n*ggas with drug money ('Kay)
f*ck on her good, then she can't get a hug from me
The b*tches love n*ggas with drug money, yeah (Drug money)
Drug money (Drug money), drug money (Drug money)
Them b*tches love n*ggas with drug money (Drug money)
n*ggas postin' pics on the 'Gram with the plug money (Ah)
'Til n*ggas kick down your door for your drug money, yeah

[Verse 3: Stove God Cooks]
Last night I got a call from my stove
She said "You took my name, hung me from your neck in ice, I know
I should be grateful, but I don't
Want these kids that's in here after you to think this sh*t a joke
They spill powder on my face and they don't even wipe me off
Bring a bunch of n*ggas 'round that I know won't follow code
Treat me like these other hoes
Get me high, turn me on, I'm better on medium low
Come on, you know that, Stove, tell 'em exactly how it go
The ice hit the hot Pyrex and it break like in your song
Now he lost, money gone, and f*cked his yay up
Probably still owe whoever, how he gon' pay 'em?
Diggin' glass up out my eye, but really they the one can't see
I'ma be here between these counters when they come and grab your team
I'm just tryna help 'em eat
I watch they mamas and they grandmamas stand in front of me
And cry and say that they need to get they sh*t together
Runnin; twenty deep, can't buy a brick together
'Cause they don't listen never
Nah, or they listenin' to n*ggas like you, Stove
That talk all that sh*t and think that it's gon' come that easy too, Stove
Tell 'em how I used to help you turn fourteen to thirty-two
When all you had was your re-up, tunnel vision and no jewels
Or that investigation room, that's when you found out who your friends is
When you wish you stayed low and kept them n*ggas out your business
Why you don't tell 'em that?
But all they hear you singin' is"
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Drug money (Drug money), drug money (Talk to 'em)
Them b*tches love n*ggas with drug money ('Kay)
f*ck on her good, then she can't get a hug from me
The b*tches love n*ggas with drug money, yeah (Drug money)
Drug money (Drug money), drug money (Drug money)
Them b*tches love n*ggas with drug money (Drug money)
n*ggas postin' pics on the 'Gram with the plug money (Ah)
So n*ggas 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
f*ck a b*tch, 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, b*tch, 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
n*gga, I could teach a class 'bout bars and call it mixtapeology
A b*tch can't lie to me
I only let her take di*k, you let the b*tch dictate policy
Trust

[Outro: Conway the Machine]
Drug money