Conway The Machine - Piano Love lyrics

Yeah, uh

Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket
With the big Chanel bag
Sneak the hammer in the club
The realest bitch I ever had
(Ah)
My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask
Bucket load like Ace Boogie
I re-up two hundred cash
(Hah)
Richest nigga in my city, got my neck on
Rick the Ruler
(Yeah)
Press box at all the games
Sittin' next to the Pegulas
(Talk your shit, king)
Came up with them brick sellers
And them hundred pound movers
(Ah)
I just made another play and bought
A FN for my shooters, nigga
Yeah

Hood niggas still eat the ramen noodles (Hah)
That load cost an extra five if
I got it to you
(Cash)
We the mob, you violate that
I gotta shoot you
Send some rocket through you
Hollow tips poppin' to you
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Griselda keep winnin', you don't know
How to stop it
Do you?
(Ha)
In the end, I'm gon' be on top as usual
(I'ma be on top, nigga)
I been keepin' it rockin' since
Niggas was rockin' FUBU
I don't care what city you from, you solid
I'll salute you
(I salute, homes)
Whip until my wrist bone hurtin'
Newspapers on them windows, no
Curtains, fiends knockin'
Soul searchin'
(Woo)
Water tuned off in that trap, fuck it
The stove workin'
(Hah)
Pour Poland Springs in that pot
Cook up the Os perfect
(Talk to 'em)
Jackboy sniffin' my fifty until
His nose hurtin'
(Sniff)
Come through back blocks
Ridin' 'round with the po' lurkin'
(Cap)
My young boy quit drinkin' lean
He goin' cold turkey
(Yeah)
Sticks and stones don't break my bones
And bullets don't hurt me

Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket
With the big Chanel bag
(She got the big bag, nigga)
Sneak the hammer in the club
The realest bitch I ever had
(I love you, baby, hah)
My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask
(I get whatever)
Bucket load like Ace Boogie
I re-up two hundred cash
(Money)
Richest nigga in the city, got my neck on
Rick the Ruler
(You see my neck, right? Hahahaha)
Press box at all the games
Sittin' next to the Pegulas
(Yeah, uh)
Came up with them brick sellers
And them hundred pound movers
(Yeah)
I just made another play and bought
A FN for my shooters, nigga
Yeah
(Hahaha, look, yeah)

Throw some bake in the pot with some ice
The dope I cook lockin'
(Whip up)
Sneaker box with bands in the bag
You'd think I left Foot Locker
(Hahahaha)
Young nigga behind your garage
Holdin' a full chopper
Dropped out of school
Decided he just gon' push product
Lo Pro copped out the five, damn
I feel for him
(Pssh)
My nigga came from J in the feds
Tryna appeal forty
(Free the real)
Bitch love the Machine so much
That ho'd steal for me
(Hahahaha)
Say it's go time and my hitters
Ready to drill for me
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Niggas gettin' smoked in broad day
And it's a shame
Don't matter if you was in
Front of the precinct
You gettin' stained
Ain't no respect in my hood unless
You put in some pain
(Hah)
Keep sleepin' on my city and
Thinkin' this shit a game
(Think this shit a game)
We don't play fair
Drive-bys right in front of the daycare
(Ah)
We spray hairpin triggers
That FN on my waist here
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Yeah, garbage bags wrapped around the Ks here
Told you it's spooky, my nigga
It's camp Crytal Lake here
Eastside
(Brr)

Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket
With the big Chanel bag
Sneak the hammer in the club
The realest bitch I ever had
(She sneak the hammer in)
My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask
(Lulu)
Bucket load like Ace Boogie
I re-up two hundred cash
(Ha)
Richest nigga in the city
Got my neck on Rick the Ruler
(Richest nigga in the city, bitch)
Press box at all the games
Sittin' next to the Pegulas
(Hah)
Came up with them brick sellers
And them hundred pound movers
(Yeah)
I just made another play and bought
A FN for my shooters
Nigga
(Brr)
Machine, bitch
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

You know what the fuck is up, nigga
Machine, bitch
Alchemist, nigga
Spooky, nigga
Way spooky, yeah
I'm finna slap the black off
One of you niggas
Man
Haha, keep playin' with me, nigga
I'll smack the black off your fuckin' gums
Boy
Machine