Letra de Parisian Nights - Conway the Machine

(Feat. KNDRX)

You know?

The check's handsome

You know I'm pretty

I'm pretty, right?

I mean, the check's real handsome, haha

Look

Streets of Paris, smokin' my newest reefer

Quarter-mil' wrist, a good Louis sneaker

Dua Lipa in the corner, they said I blew the streets up

Smell the Creed on my skin, I cleaned up my sins

When I write, my heart bleed from my pen

Currency marathon, I can see the future five years beyond

I'm Farrakhan, chain a thousand karats, I ain't wear the charm (Woo)

Heavy indeed, I'm MVP, Joel Embiid ('Kay)

Set of keys, I just reconnect from Medellín

Word on my dead, I'll put a bird on your head

I tell the shooters, "Turn up," and niggas turnin' up dead (Gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah)

Yeah, I green-light it, everything I touch turn to gold

'Chine Midas, Drumwork regime, King Leonidas

Watch game flew over his bust and mine's plain

Goddamn, your arms is too short to box, man (Haha)

Yeah, money all in the walls

Beauty in all my scars, perfection in all my flaws

The check's handsome, brick's pretty, connect stamped 'em

Linen pants, I'm in France writin' my next anthem

Two women too willin' to be my next tandem

I'm out in London in the mornin', let me text mandem, yeah

My connection, my compadre

Toast drinks when we link, one hundred percent agave

Transaction went suave, scored head in the watch face, uh (Salud)

Blue hundreds and pink fifties in my safe

I don't want nobody to stress for me

Even if I talk about my failures, it still'll be a success story

She DM'd her number, but I ain't text shorty, huh

I mean, the bitch was gorgeous, but she dress poorly, yeah

You know how the god play

Craps table at the Bellagio, fifty thousand all the hard way (Uh-huh), huh

The knife work like Salt Bae ('Kay)

Gun work, desperado with the guitar case (Brrt, brrt, brrt)

In a whole 'nother time zone, seen the times change

Locked in 'til somebody let me out of my cage

Type shit, let me pop shit, pourin' champagne

Took a long time, still tryna deal with the fame

Lookin' on the bright side, but I heard it might rain

I'm excited 'bout right now, I cannot wait

Too fly with the kites out, doin' my thing

Too bright, shit was lights out

(Big homie)

We made it (We made it, we made it)

We made it, we made it, we made it (Don't it feel good? It feel good, right?)

We made it, we made it, we made it (This what the top feel like, this what the top feel like)

We made it, we made it, we made it (Started at the bottom, though, started at the bottom)

We made it, we made it, we made it (Now we at the top, yeah, woo)

In a whole 'nother time zone, seen the times change

Locked in 'til somebody let me out of my cage

Type shit, let me pop shit, pourin' champagne

Took a long time, still tryna deal with the fame

Lookin' on the bright side, but I heard it might rain

I'm excited 'bout right now, I cannot wait

Too fly with the kites out, doin' my thing

Too bright, shit was lights out

In a whole 'nother time zone, seen the times change

Type shit, let me pop shit, pourin' champagne

Lookin' on the bright side, but I heard it might rain

Too fly with the kites out, doin' my thing

Too bright, shit was lights out

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