Yeah
(La Música de Harry Fraud)
I put a spiral on that motherfucker
I put quiet exhaust on that motherfucker
Fuck feeling like it, I'm actually a boss on this motherfucker
Ross threw a car show on his lawn, we sent calls to that motherfucker
Please don't stop, got them chrome hammers on my drop top
Peace signs on a hood ornament, the drug war is hot
Roll of paper full of pot
Pocket full of fun coupons, that's what I got
Jordan Belfort made it rain from the yacht
Fuck them agents and whoever pay 'em
Slim chance, but I had to take it
Now we ice skating, watch face band and bracelet
Diamonds dancing, Harlem shaking, I'm from New Orleans
New Orleans made me the world paid me, my hustle saved me
Struggle couldn't break me
Yeah, pop tags like bubble wrap
Yeah, drop bars and then pile 'em rags back
Hop, low-rider cars, higher than the stars
Rider in the dark, enlighten you all
Pop tags like bubble wrap
Yeah, drop bars and then pile 'em rags back
Hop, low-rider cars, higher than the stars
Rider in the dark, enlighten you all
Dippin' in plush Benzes, my knowledge is extensive
I've snapped the park to Sparrow in the trenches, I land in somethin' expensive
Yeah girl, fuck with me 'cause I'm eccentric
When the Benz God talk, Benz talk, they pay attention
Koenig's specials from Japan Andretti OG as my lungs expand
Fully automatic weaponry in the Brevis van
Look how I turn all my fantasies into daily plans
Brought the '80s back, park pre-mergers on Miami sand
Had to buy it twice, wide bodies, that's my Miami vice
That's my bitch for life, paint red, but the panties white
I just make her scream, I'm up in her guts, that's every night
Start the engine, made her cry the low-tech look stocked to the naked eye
Purple Picasso with the pink and socks
Patina Collective took abandoned Benzes, made them fly
Did it for the team SGS's, watch us reign supreme
Woke up to a dream twin Maybachs for my self-esteem, for real
Peace signs on a hood ornament, the drug war is hot
Roll of paper full of pot
Pocket full of fun coupons, I got
Jordan Belfort made it rain from the yacht
Fuck them agents, and whoever pay 'em
That's a lot, but I had to make it
Slim chance, but I had to take it
Now we ice skating, watch face band and bracelet
Pop tags like bubble wrap
Yeah, drop bars and then pile 'em rags back
Hop, low-rider cars, higher than the stars
Rider in the dark, enlighten you all