200 Pies Lyrics – Conway The Machine, 2 Chainz
Singer: Conway The Machine, 2 Chainz
Title: 200 Pies
I feel wonderful, hahahaha
I feel amazin’ n***a, haha
Yeah, oh my ****in’ god, n***a
Rich as a b***h right now
Look, uh
Hundred racks in my sweatpants
Did my scorin’ in Portland, I’m Bonzi Wells with the headband
Build the next powerhouse record label, that was my next plan
DrumWork like Death Row in the ’90s mixed with Def Jam
We the Def Squad, but I shoot solo, I’m Redman
Right hand holdin’ the steering wheel, bustin’ back with my left hand
I’m still bustin’ down the Presidential Rolex band
Everyday, I collect bands, Lambo truck color eggplant
Look, you get fronted a brick, better stack what you made
Stack up and save, made the plug happy that you came back and you paid
If not, you buyin’ one and he gon’ front you one
Then you turn that two to three or four and watch that money come
Seem like the last three or four years, I been on a money run
New business endeavours, so this year, I’m on another run
How you talkin’ crazy on your songs when you don’t bust your gun?
N***as runnin’ down, checkin’ your tats like, “Where the **** you from?”
Like, “N***a, what you claim?”
And I know them Blood homies, they gon’ come and let it bang
And I know some Crip homies that’s gon’ come and do the same
I’m neutral but respected ’cause I been puttin’ in pain, n***a
Yeah
Ayo, bro
Ayy, let me see that newspaper
Yeah, hundred racks in my sweatpants
Did my scorin’ in Portland, I’m Bonzi Wells with the headband
Build the next powerhouse record label, that was my next plan
DrumWork like Death Row in the ’90s mixed with Def Jam
We the Def Squad, but I shoot solo, I’m Redman
Right hand holdin’ the steering wheel, bustin’ back with my left hand
I’m still bustin’ down the Presidential Rolex band
Everyday, I collect bands, Lambo truck color eggplant
I’m sittin’ now Indian style, prayin’, pistol out
The girl I’m with, I love her so much, I kiss her on the mouth
If I didn’t have a job, I guess I’d rob
If I didn’t have a brick, I guess I’d try to hit a lick
But if I didn’t have a b***h, would that never exist? It didn’t happen
Think where you would be if I wasn’t trappin’
Think where you would be if I didn’t sacrifice and make this s**t happen
Before standin’ ovations, gun clappin’ (Grrah)
Two hundred pies in the trunk on 285
Valley of death, you’d be surprised if you make it alive
They won’t collide when they find out I’m the chief of the tribe
So much dope under my mattress, have to sleep on my side
I’m a money-getter, business leader, vibe-reader
I bear arms like wifebeaters, VVSs, icicles
Her thighs thicker, she gon’ ride it like a bicycle
Oh, we gon’ come with plenty weed and we gon’ buy liquor
See, this that down south, bar for bar
A rest in peace Twin, Fourth Ward Boulevard
I walk around Atlanta and don’t have a bodyguard
It makes my wife nervous, it makes me more assertive
It make me more alert, I pray a fan don’t get burnt
I pray I use my instincts and everything I learned
I might bust a juug right now and do it for the love
I heard they dropped your new s**t and didn’t nobody budge
Toni (Toni)
Hundred racks in my sweatpants
Did my scorin’ in Portland, I’m Bonzi Wells with the headband
Build the next powerhouse record label, that was my next plan
DrumWork like Death Row in the ’90s mixed with Def Jam
We the Def Squad, but I shoot solo, I’m Redman
Right hand holdin’ the steering wheel, bustin’ back with my left hand
I’m still bustin’ down the Presidential Rolex band
Everyday, I collect bands, Lambo truck color eggplant
N***a
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