Conway the Machine

Dough & Damani
Yeah, Alchemist (Brr) Lord, smokin' this motherfuckin' gas, nigga (Smokin') On a PJ, nigga, dump the ashes in the crudité, fuck, nigga, hahaha Look, uh Bust down on my bitch, I blew forty on it (I blew a lil' bag) I'm the don, copped the Dawn, threw Forgi' on it (Cap) Shot's with me and he got two forties on him (That's my brother) Shootin' like it's the game winner, Robert Horry on 'em, uh Dolo everywhere, wearin' every necklace (Uh-huh) Draco on the seat, bitch, I'm well protected (I got it) They wonder where I'm gettin' money, I ain't sell a record (I ain't sell nothin') I tell 'em I was simply playin' chess instead of checkers (I'm hustlin', nigga), uh Blue hundreds in a brown paper bag (Cap) Ridin' through the city in my new paper tag (Vroom) I'll take a half and make it take a bath (Uh-huh) I made a bag, threw baguettes on my wrist, look like the bracelet glass (Talk to 'em) Half a brick on the table, I know it ain't gon' last So much fishscale, the shit lookin' like a plate of bass (Hahahaha) I told the bro, "Wear your gloves and cover your face with mask" ("For what?") "Not for COVID-19, shit, you got H to bag" (Ha) Them niggas hate, but it don't make us mad (Not at all) I'm sittin' courtside watchin' the Lakers play the Mavs (Bron, what up?) I ain't doin' no verses, homie, we can't collab (Uh-uh) Every pole got a beam, we playin' laser tag, real shit (Brr) Foreign assets and I ain't even in my bag yet (Cap) Letras de cancionesLook, we been gettin' money before the rap checks (Been gettin' money, nigga) Hit the Backwood twice, this a gas check Never needed nothin' from a bitch but her address (Ha) Yes, 'cause she wanna fuck a rich nigga (Yeah, hahahaha, yeah) Your bitch wanna fuck a rich nigga That's my bitch now, nigga (Yeah) I'll hold onto the gun Why should he hold on to the gun? 'Cause I already got it, motherfucker Yeah, uh Brr, look Doat Street and May Block, that's where you niggas know me from (May Block, nigga) Ain't wanna sell my man mama no work, I still sold her some Might as well get it from me, she just gon' go spend her dough with son I'm 2Pac in Juice, why this nigga gotta hold a gun? (Why he gotta hold a gun?) 'Cause I already got it (I got it) I already got it ('Cause I already got it, motherfucker), yeah I already got it (I got it) I already got it (I already got it), look (Look) We was shippin' packs, rap is my new hobby My shooter blew his bag, now he lurkin' for a new hobby (He lurkin') Shootouts broad day right in the W lobby (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I seen it on the news, I said, "That was my dude, probably" (That's my dude) Bitch, I'm the new Gotti, pull up, black and blue Bugatti (Vroom) I leveled up my bitch, I paid for that new body (I bought them titties) Got her titties did, in my city, I really did it big Silly kids, he really spit about the shit he really did The shit he really lived, I don't think they understand how ill he is I'm really JAY-Z, nigga, I'm really BIG (Talk to 'em) I see their lists and I personally get offended (Huh) 'Cause every single verse is a verse of the year contender (Woo) Guess it's 'cause I only rap 'bout the work I put in the blender (Huh) And I don't like workin' with these niggas And I never do they interviews, so that's why I purposely don't get mentioned (Politics) But they know I'm certainly rappin' circles around these niggas (These niggas can't fuck with me) You don't know me, where you know me from? My lil' man gon' catch the body free, that nigga owe me one (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Don't make us run up on you, dome shot, that's a hole in one (Brr) I'm 2Pac in Juice, why that nigga gotta hold a gun? (Why he gotta hold the gun?) 'Cause I already got it (I got it) I already got it (I already got it), look I said I already got it (I got it) Nigga, I already got it ('Cause I already got it, motherfucker), look (Look) I ain't gotta go get that I already got it, pussy Keep thinkin' I'm playin' with you niggas Uh From Letras Mania