[Intro: Conway The Machine]
Yeah n***a
I'm fresh out that surgery n***a, ha ha
Bandage still on my neck, all that, n***a
Yeaaah!

[Chorus: Conway The Machine]
Open up the Benz door, you can smell the dope
Big chain on, look like I'm selling dope
Bad bitch with me, yeah that bitch is dope
Two racks for the Celine bag, that shit is dope
(Dope, dope, dope, dope)
Open up the Benz door, you can smell the dope
(Smokin'!)
Big chain on, look like I'm selling dope

[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]
Real n***a, I been on
'Cause this the shit I been on
My n***a Tito got fifteen, I can't wait 'till he get home
That sour power in my swish, Seventeen what I sip on
No rack to throw my kicks on
Your bitch look and your bitch gone (Hahaha!)
I had to get back on my hustle, homie
A hundred thousand in that duffle, homie
When you got a sack the bitches want to fuck you, homie
If I don't know your mama then it's fuck you, homie (Haaa!)
All my bitches love me 'till they heart stop
I make them buy my choppers out the pawn shop
I'm in the kitchen whipping up a hard top (Whip!)
I'm in the kitchen whipping 'till the jar pop
[Chorus: Conway The Machine]

[Verse 2: Conway The Machine]
Monday night I fought through Magic, and fucked with the strippers
They know I got a sack so they fuck with a n***a
I could go in any hood and fuck with the killers
Instead of saying fuck me you should fuck with me, n***a
Money good, my bread up
White karma with the red [?]
Bitch with me, and she ain't coming if she ain't giving that head up (Hahaha)
Bitches know how I move, n***a
Eight hundred my shoes, n***a (You see 'em)
These is Jimmy Choo's, n***a
Givenchy shit, no [?], n***a
Molly all in that bitch system, them naked ladies, them blues, n***a
Conway still a real n***a, don't ever get it confused, n***a
(Don't get it fucked up)
Big chain on, look like I'm selling bricks
You looking bad, look like you ain't selling shit (Hahaha!)

[Chorus x3: Conway The Machine]