Conway The Machine, DJ Infamous - Greed lyrics

It’s the new regime in these streets
The power of the dollar is
At an all-time high
We call it Amerikan Greed
Set it back to the streets conway
Shout out to Westside Gunn hold up
You know who I be dJ Infamous
DTP, we the best
The streets been calling for it, Con
But now we’re gon’ give it to them
That’s why we call it Amerikan Greed, nigga
Let’s go
Wake up every morning, got to count something
Grinding all night
My bitch think I was out fucking
Little homie said he itching
He need to out something
Army fatigues, long rifle like he out hunting

I got a table full of contraband
I let my bitches bag it
While I count the bands
My young boys love to let them choppers blam
Play in the field with the drums
Like a fucking marching band
Rims on my auto chrome
I got a tool for whatever
I’m in my auto zone
I flew to get them then I brought them home
Got on the phone
Hit my bro and told I’m gon’ be 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 homie,
I dump this 5th in your face
Presi suite at the Royal Palm and
Your bitch in my face

Streets is full of fuck niggas
I don’t fuck with them

Greed greed
Greed greed
Wake up every morning, got to count something
Grinding all night
My bitch think I was out fucking
Little homie said he itching
He need to out something
Army fatigues, long rifle like he out hunting

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 nigga got fed life (free my nigga)
Move five racks of onyx on a dead night
Real thick bitch have my dick
Hard as a lead pipe
I hate a fuck nigga with a passion
I bought a chopper for
My 16-year-old assassin
Getting all this money
I thought it developed a habit
Like every night
I got to get head from a bad bitch
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 "fuck niggas"
They got a little bread
But they’re still fuck niggas

Greed greed
Greed greed
Wake up every morning, got to count something
Grinding all night
My bitch think I was out fucking
Little homie said he itching
He need to out something
Army fatigues, long rifle like he out hunting

My attitude is "fuck niggas, too"
All I’m worried about, Con
Is getting this money fucking these bitches
And taking over the streets, nigga
Conway, DJ Infamous
You niggas ain’t on our fucking level
Amerikan Greed, the mixtape let’s go