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[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Uh
Here we go again
Right
Look, look

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Record label tried handing me a contract, I spit on it
It ain't at least thirty million, then I ain't signin' sh*t on it (I ain't signin')
I push the AMG G-Wagen, the kit on it (Uh-huh)
The black and gold Maybach truck with the mirror tint on it (Talk to 'em)
Any collaborations, you know what Machine did on it
I only got on them n*ggas' songs so I can sh*t on it (Ha)
You the type n*gga taking your baby mama stimulus (Huh?)
And lose it all at the dice game, you 'posed to be flippin' it (Bum-ass n*gga)
Them young boys on demon time, they gremlins (Yeah)
And you know I'ma be the one that's sendin' them (Yeah)
Machine back, b*tch, nobody ill as him with syllables and synonyms
My women friends rock Prada boots, don't f*ck with Timberlands (Talk to 'еm)
Yeah, the instrumental gеt hit with Mack Truck when I go in on it
These internet n*ggas act tough 'til you run into them
Push up on n*ggas, big strap, what? They actin' innocent (Haha)
They tremblin', the flow is like Kyrie dribblin' (Huh?)
'Tween, cross, 'tween, step back, the shot I drill again (Woo)
Oh, there he go again
Showin' off on the beat without a pen again
Showin' you nobody f*ckin' with him again
[Chorus: GooseByTheWay]
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million and I'm tryna see what that's 'bout
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million and I'm tryna see what that's 'bout
Yeah, you could play all you want, I'ma grind (I'ma grind)
Trust me, I got money on my mind (Yeah)
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million and I'm tryna see what that's 'bout

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Uh-huh
Told you we really killin' (Yeah)
Squeeze at your cap, then really peel it (Brrt)
Then pee on your hat like a Phillies fitted (Haha)
In Miami with the heat in the bucket, I'm Jimmy with it (Huh?)
But I shoot it in your face like Curry done shimmy with it, n*gga
Yeah, ayo, I don't think these f*ck n*ggas listenin' properly
Got so much cash out the deal, they considered it robbery (Ha)
I don't wanna hear you broke n*ggas ifs and your problems
Ain't postin' drip on the 'Gram no more 'cause them n*ggas just watch me (Uh-huh)
And put emojis in my comments, then n*ggas gon' copy
That's why my style switch up soon as they figure they got me
Look where this vision done got me (Talk to 'em, king)
Flew my b*tch from Buffalo to Vegas, she lickin' me sloppy
About a million worth of chips when we hit the Bellagi' (Yeah)
Plus I know she never ever been in a Ferrari (Haha)
No pizza and wings, baby, we gonna get Calamari
You ain't Nicki Minaj, b*tch, then you isn't a Barbie (f*ck out of here)
Eighty pointers my jeweler tryna fit on my Cartis (Bling)
My young b*tches like to f*ck me and listen to Cardi (Ha)
Know an old-head that had a brick since Nintendo Atari
Wearin' goggles while he cookin', I call that n*gga Amar'e (Woo)
Never played the NBA game, but I'm richer than Barkley (Hahaha)
Goose, why these n*ggas gon' start me? sh*t (Yeah, n*gga)
[Chorus: GooseByTheWay]
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million and I'm tryna see what that's 'bout (I gotta see what that's 'bout, n*gga)
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million and I'm tryna see what that's 'bout (Drumwork sh*t, b*tch)
Yeah, you could play all you want, I'ma grind (I'ma grind)
Trust me, I got money on my mind (Yeah)
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million and I'm tryna see what that's 'bout

[Outro: Conway the Machine]
I gotta see what that's 'bout, n*gga, yeah
You b*tch n*ggas in trouble, n*gga, I told you
Conway the Machine, b*tch, AKA the disruptor, n*gga
I came to f*ck up you n*ggas' flow, n*gga
All that sh*t y'all n*ggas doin' or tryin' to do, n*gga, I'm 'bout to step on all that sh*t, n*gga
Another album, n*gga
Another album after that
f*ck you talkin' 'bout, n*gga?
Yeah, n*gga, y'all done woke me up
Yeah