Letra de Brooklyn Chop House - Conway the Machine

(Feat. Fabolous, Benny the Butcher)

Yeah

Time to show 'em proof, mm-mm-mm-mm

Get money, yeah

Get money, yeah

Get money, uh

Get money, get money, yeah

Cocaine and assault rifles (Brr)

My progress can't be stifled (Not at all)

Fuck boy, I never liked you (I don't fuck with you niggas)

Fuck around and make us green light you (Look)

I just want the bag (I just want the bag)

It ain't about no bag, no conversations can't be had (I ain't talkin')

I never liked you (I don't fuck with y'all)

Cocaine and assault rifles (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah)

We pull up in that Rolls Royce, motor cave

We shittin' all summer, in the winter, put the toys away (Uh-huh)

Machine was in the studio, recordin' like four a day (Was in my bag)

Tour on the private jet, goin' to the ranch to record with Ye (What up, my nigga?)

I know them niggas with switches, I know them young boys with Ks

Nigga, we stood in the kitchens, lockin' them oils, wait (Hahaha)

It's gettin' spooky and I ain't sure if I coined the phrase

But ever since I said it, man, just look how much noise it make (Ah-ha)

The table full of tiger prawns and raw oyster trays

Goose gettin' in position, I wanna see my boy get paid (Get your bag, nigga)

The MVP and championship trophy, we gon' hoist the way

They shot at me and missed, somebody dyin' for that choice they made (You fucked up, right?)

Summertime, New York City, I brought the drop out

Back table lobster sate's at Brooklyn Chop House (Yeah)

Parkin' anywhere, fuck a ticket, we knock a cop out (Haha)

Park it anywhere, fuck a ticket, ayo (Talk to 'em)

Look, I'm on a streak, like my nigga Diggs on a hot route

Used to be at the table, baggin' up The College Dropout (Nah)

My nigga ain't take his case to trial, he took the cop out (Nah)

These niggas movin' they release date back when I pop out (I see it)

Damn, what is you sayin'? I was outside, hustlin' grams

I looked my man right in his eyes and I said "Bro, what is your plan?"

Run up your bands, this where I stand, I bought some diamonds for both of my hands

If I'm in a jam, I'm uppin' the can', you try to run down, won't let you advance (Brr)

Nigga, we got

Cocaine and assault rifles (Nigga, this just some guns and butter shit, brrt)

My progress can't be stifled (Not at all)

Fuck boy, I never liked you (We tryna put you on, baby boy, I don't fuck with you niggas)

Fuck around and make us green light you (The young OGs, the Machine)

I just want the bag (You see, they in it for the hundred)

It ain't about no bag, no conversations can't be had (I ain't talkin', hahaha)

I never liked you (Let me talk to y'all)

Cocaine and assault rifles (Yeah)

We in a game full of ugly truths of pretty phonies

And all we want is the money like pretty Tony (Yeah)

I'm way too fly to be ridin' through my city lonely (For real)

These young Miami chicks been treatin' me like Diddy, homie

Yeah (It's love), and they just want to party, party (Haha)

And I just want to pipe her, like Rowdy Roddy (Hahaha)

Big stepper, these Rick's slicker than Lodi Dodi (We like to party)

And Lil Uzi my shorty, he got that body-ody (Just wanna rock)

Body out of here, experience feelin' out of body (On God)

I be mobbin', my lawyer beat up the Gotti bodies (Yeah)

Fuzzy sweater, I got 'em callin' me Marni Johnny (Yeah)

Big on head, got light-skin tryna come mardi mard me (What's up?)

And grab my ears, then I dip, grab my ears, all I do

Grab my bag, grab some food, grab my ears

Yeah, they dad is a king, made my kid Fabolous heirs

They was made from this cloth (The Butcher comin', nigga)

You know that fabric rare, nigga (Yeah)

She gotta see me in that kitchen before she get to know me better

I'm judgin' our relationship off how many bricks we sold together

I judge the friendship off how many opps we had to whack (Brr)

They was slidin', we was too, so I couldn't concentrate on rap (Uh)

This the kid who ran it up unexpectedly, hmm, I guess (I guess)

Who the fuck am I to argue with destiny? Here's the catch (Who am I?)

These niggas never seen thirty blocks or even squeezed a TEC (I bet)

So when you hear 'em rap about it on records, that shit a stretch

I'm in the movies now, two-hundred K for me to direct (Facts)

Corporate hustlin', jumped in the rap game and repeated the steps (Huh?)

Life's a bitch, I had to walk down a block with her holdin' hands

I'm from the Eastside, where even grandma's got an OnlyFans, ah

I couldn't wait to get on in hood spots with my kid on

Still go to King City for dutches with all this shit on

Niggas see me in person and know they can't afford these jewels

I'm tryna buy a rap bitch a new truck like I'm Jordan Poole

Where she at?

Cocaine and assault rifles (Brr)

My progress can't be stifled (Not at all)

Fuck boy, I never liked you (I don't fuck with you niggas)

Fuck around and make us green light you (Look)

I just want the bag (I just want the bag)

It ain't about no bag, no conversations can't be had (I ain't talkin')

I never liked you (I don't fuck with y'all)

Cocaine and assault rifles (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

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