[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***a
Let’s go

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

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

[Outro: DJ Infamous]
My attitude is “fuck n***as, too”
All I’m worried about, Con
Is getting this money
Fucking these bitches
And taking over the streets, n***a
Conway, DJ Infamous
You n***as ain’t on our fucking level
*Amerikan Greed*, the mixtape
Let’s go