(La Música de Harry Fraud)
They shipping that Lam to the crib while I'm on tour
When I get off of this bus it's gon' be pedal to the floor
'Fore a ***** even step foot through the door
It's gon' be laps in that ho
Dolo - fool I ain't got time for no *******
But I do got a Rolex where my long sleeves ending
A house on my wrist, a car on each pinky
I got all of this from laughing at them lames
While I'm rolling up my sticky, lightning struck again
Jet Lifers, ****** always rewriting history
Fools hear our verses and rewrite that **** they scribbling
******* see my ******* and consider trying women
I pulled up drunk, talking **** in the lobby of my building
Push the button and the elevator took it straight to the ceiling
Doors open in the living room, that's penthouse pimping
Yea girl I did it, I'd advise you to play your position
'Fore you see another ho in your jersey tryna score 30
Ya heard me, a ***** been focused since I said hi to 'er
We higher than the Eiffel
You suckas is like food. Fool, who designed you?
***** I was built to make sure this sucka **** get kilt
Homie I'm a whale, big ********' fish
Of course you gon' see a ocean where I live
Of course if I rolled it, it's top shelf hemp
Of course she got them Jordans on tryna impress him
Titties out when I fall in, bring the whole city out
I did it for Slim, yeah I like