[Intro: Conway The Machine]
Yeah
Machine, baby
Yeah, I see you girl, know what I mean?
I just want to pay homage, feel me?

[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]
In V.I.P you in your section ballin' with your girls
Popping bottles, y'all the baddest bitches in the world
Couple thousand for your dress and your panties look pearl
The red on the bottom of your shoes, them bitches finna hurl (they sick!)
Calling like a bitch, I call her mi amor
She already got it all, I want to buy her more
Christian Lou', Christian Dior (huh)
Birkin bag before they even hit the store
She raise the bar, she set the standard (yеah!)
The set the trеnds, my other bitches they can't stand her
Beyonce' in the face, her body like a dancer
Can't get diamonds [?], your diamonds [?]
And she ain't fucking with no buster
She my Mrs. Independent, got her own that's why I love her
Seen some bad ones in my life, but never seen one that can touch her
When she walk up in that club she take over that motherfucker (Aaah!)

[Chorus: Conway The Machine]
Got it on, you got it on your own girl
Working hard for everything you got
V.I.P, popping bottles with your homegirls
And every time you walk up in the spot
You, you, you take it over
Take it over
You take it over
Girl, you take it over
You take it over
You take it over
Take it over
Girl, you take it over
[Verse 2: Conway The Machine]
Black card in her Gucci wallet (racks, racks)
She took her crew to Onyx, threw some dollars
We go to Benihana's, she say "Boo, I got it"
I know my ex is sick and she is soon to vomit
Tattoo going up her side
She suck this dick while looking in my eyes (freak)
Good dick is all she need a n***a to provide
So I make her feel it in her chest whenever I'm inside
I kill that shit, call it homicide
Been tryna' get you for a while but now you mine
Bad bitch, you Rihanna fine
Poured up, poured up, all I see is dollar signs (Haaa!)
She my Mrs. Independent, got her own that's why I love her
Seen some bad ones in my life, but never seen one that can touch her
When she walk up in that club she take over that motherfucker (Aaah!)

[Chorus: Conway The Machine]
Got it on, you got it on your own girl (salute!)
Working hard for everything you got
V.I.P, popping bottles with your homegirls
And every time you walk up in the spot
You, you, you take it over
Take it over
You take it over
Girl, you take it over
You take it over
You take it over
Take it over
Girl, you take it over
(Outro: Conway The Machine)
Machine, baby
Yeah, I see you girl, know what I mean?
I just want to pay homage, feel me?