Songtext Piano love Conway The Machine

Piano love

Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag
Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest bitch I ever had
My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask
Bucket load like Ace?Boogie,?I?re-up two hundred?cash
Richest nigga in?my city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler
Press box at all the games, sittin' next to the Pegulas
Came up with them brick sellers, and them hundred pound movers
I just made another play and bought a FN for my shooters, nigga, yeah

Hood niggas still eat the ramen noodles
That load cost an extra five if I got it to you
We the mob, you violate that, I gotta shoot you
Send some rocket through you, hollow tips poppin' to you
Griselda keep winnin', you don't know how to stop it, do you?
In the end, I'm gon' be on top as usual
I been keepin' it rockin' since niggas was rockin' FUBU
I don't care what city you from, you solid, I'll salute you
Whip until my wrist bone hurtin'
Newspapers on them windows, no curtains, fiends knockin', soul searchin'
Water tuned off in that trap, fuck it, the stove workin'
Pour Poland Springs in that pot, cook up the Os perfect
Jackboy sniffin' my fifty until his nose hurtin'
Come through back blocks, ridin' 'round with the po' lurkin'My young boy quit drinkin' lean, he goin' cold turkey
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
Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest bitch I ever had
My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask
Bucket load like Ace Boogie, I re-up two hundred cash
Richest nigga in the city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler
Press box at all the games, sittin' next to the Pegulas
Came up with them brick sellers, and them hundred pound movers
I just made another play and bought a FN for my shooters, nigga, yeah

Throw some bake in the pot with some ice, the dope I cook lockin'
Sneaker box with bands in the bag, you'd think I left Foot Locker
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
My nigga came from J in the feds, tryna appeal forty
Bitch love the Machine so much, that ho'd steal for me
Say it's go time and my hitters ready to drill for me
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
Keep sleepin' on my city and thinkin' this shit a game
We don't play fair, drive-bys right in front of the daycare
We spray hairpin triggers, that FN on my waist here
Yeah, garbage bags wrapped around the Ks here
Told you it's spooky, my nigga, it's [?] here

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

Machine, bitch
You know what the fuck is up, nigga