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Uh
Here we go again
Right
Look, look

Record label tried handing me a contract, I spit on it
It ain't at least thirty million, then I ain't signin' shit 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 niggas' songs so I can shit on it (Ha)
You the type nigga taking your baby mama stimulus (Huh?)
And lose it all at the dice game, you 'posed to be flippin' it (Bum-ass nigga)
Them young boys on demon time, they gremlins (Yeah)
And you know I'ma be the one that's sendin' them (Yeah)
Machine back, bitch, nobody ill as him with syllables and synonyms
My women friends rock Prada boots, don't fuck with Timberlands (Talk to '?m)
Yeah, the instrumental g?t hit with Mack Truck when I go in on it
These internet niggas act tough 'til you run into them
Push up on niggas, 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 fuckin' with him again

'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

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, nigga
Yeah, ayo, I don't think these fuck niggas listenin' properly
Got so much cash out the deal, they considered it robbery (Ha)
I don't wanna hear you broke niggas ifs and your problems
Ain't postin' drip on the 'Gram no more 'cause them niggas just watch me (Uh-huh)
And put emojis in my comments, then niggas 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 bitch 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, bitch, then you isn't a Barbie (Fuck out of here)
Eighty pointers my jeweler tryna fit on my Cartis (Bling)
My young bitches like to fuck 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 nigga Amar'e (Woo)
Never played the NBA game, but I'm richer than Barkley (Hahaha)
Goose, why these niggas gon' start me? Shit (Yeah, nigga)

'Scuse me if I rake a couple million and I'm tryna see what that's 'bout (I gotta see what that's 'bout, nigga)
'Scuse me if I rake a couple million and I'm tryna see what that's 'bout (Drumwork shit, bitch)
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

I gotta see what that's 'bout, nigga, yeah
You bitch niggas in trouble, nigga, I told you
Conway the Machine, bitch, AKA the disruptor, nigga
I came to fuck up you niggas' flow, nigga
All that shit y'all niggas doin' or tryin' to do, nigga, I'm 'bout to step on all that shit, nigga
Another album, nigga
Another album after that
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Yeah, nigga, y'all done woke me up
Yeah