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greed prod dj infamous - conway the machine lyrics

[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]
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 the field with them drums like a f*cking college band
autostar b*tton rims on my auto chrome
i got em two for whatever, i’m in my auto zone
i flew to get him then i brought him home
got on the phone, hit bro and told my dawg we 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 holy quran, i dump this 5th in your face
presi suite at the royal palm and your b*tch in my face
robin jeans, racks stuffed in them
streets is full of f*ck n*ggas, i don’t f*ck with them

[bridge]
greed
greed
greed
greed
see conway the machine live
get tickets as low as $6
[hook]
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]
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)
blew five racks at onyx on a dead night
real thick b*tch have my d*ck 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 started developing habits
like every night, i gotta 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]
greed
greed
greed
greed
[hook]
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

- conway the machine lyrics

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