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Conway the Machine

"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*, n*gga
Let’s go

[Hook: Conway the Machine]
Wake up every morning, got to count something
Grinding all night, my b*tch think I was out f*cking
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 b*tches 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 f*cking 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 b*tch in my face
[] G’s, [?] stuffed in them
Streets is full of f*ck n*ggas, I don’t f*ck 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 b*tch think I was out f*cking
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 n*gga got fed life (free my n*gga)
Move five racks of onyx on a dead night
Real thick b*tch have my di*k hard as a lead pipe
I hate a f*ck n*gga 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 b*tch
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 “f*ck n*ggas”
They got a little bread, but they’re still f*ck n*ggas

[Bridge: Conway the Machine]
Greed
Greed
Greed
Greed

[Hook: Conway the Machine]
Wake up every morning, got to count something
Grinding all night, my b*tch think I was out f*cking
Little homie said he itching, he need to out something
Army fatigues, long rifle like he out hunting

[Outro: DJ Infamous]
My attitude is “f*ck n*ggas, too”
All I’m worried about, Con
Is getting this money
f*cking these b*tches
And taking over the streets, n*gga
Conway, DJ Infamous
You n*ggas ain’t on our f*cking level
*Amerikan Greed*, the mixtape
Let’s go

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