Here we go again

Right

Look

Look

Record label tried handin' me a contract, I spit on it

It ain't at least 30 million, then I ain't signin' shit on it

I push the AMG G-Wagen, a kit on it

The black and gold Maybach truck with the mirror tint on it

Any collaborations, you know what Machine did on it

I only got on them **** songs so I could shit on it

You the type **** takin' your baby momma stimulus

And lose it all at the dice game, you 'posed to be flippin' it

Them young boys on demon time, they gremlins

And you know I'ma be the one that sendin' them

Machine back, bitch, nobody ill as him with syllables and synonyms

My women friends rock Prada boots, don't fuck with Timberlands

Yeah, the instrumental get hit with Mack truck when I go in on it

These internet **** act tough till you run into them

Push up on ****, big strap what, they actin' innocent

They tremblin' the flow is like Kyrie dribblin'

Tween cross tween, step back, the shot I drill again

Oh, there he go again, showin' off on a beat without a pin 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 can 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

Told you we really killin', squeeze at your cap then really peel it

Then pee on your hat like a Phillies fitted

In Miami with the Heat and the bucket, I'm Jimmy wit' it

But I shoot it in your face like Curry then shimmy wit' it, ****

Ayo, I don't think these fuck **** listenin' properly

Got so much cash out the deal, they considered it robbery

I don't want to hear you broke ****' "Ifs" and your "Prob'lys"

Ain't postin' drip on the 'Gram no more 'cause them **** just watch me

And put emojis in my comments, then **** go 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 licking me sloppy

About a million worth of chips when we hit the Belagi'

Plus, I know she never ever been in a Ferrari

No pizza and wings, baby, we going to get calamari

You ain't Nicki Minaj, bitch, then you isn't a Barbie

Eighty pointers my jeweler tryna fit in my Cartis

My young bitches like to fuck me and listen to Cardi

Know a old head that had a brick since Nintendo, Atari

Wearin' goggles while he cookin'

I call that **** Amari

Never played the NBA game, but I'm richer than Barkley

Goose, why these **** gon' start me? Shit

'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 can play all you want, I'ma grind (I'ma grind)

Trust me, I got money on 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, ****, yeah

You bitch **** in trouble, ****, I told you

Conway the Machine, bitch, AKA The Disruptor, ****

I came to fuck up you ****' flow, ****

All that shit y'all **** doin' or tryin' to do, ****, I'm 'bout to step on all that shit, ****

Another album, ****

Another album after that

Fuck you talkin' 'bout, ****?

Yeah, ****, y'all done woke me up

Yeah