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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curren$y
Curren$y
Vocals
Larry June
Larry June
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Flu
Flu
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(La Música de Harry Fraud) Yeah Told the homegirl a few months ago (yeah, yeah) When you kickin' around them other niggas in the lab And it take all long for them to make that shit up that's when they lyin' (yeah, yeah) If it don't come to you easy, it's not natural (yeah) Eastside all mine Jus' like New York Time, yeah (yeah) My Rolex plain My bitch got everything creepin' in the summer rain Luggage racks on the Range She left her last mane seekin' financial gain She kept her last name, but took his wedding ring That's the sign, is you high or blind? We'll know in due time A twist of lemon lime in my water, that'll do me fine Slidin' downtown 'Rari, between the high rises I probably buy one The common areas got marble columns She on the snow silent She's spendin' dough wilin', envious hoes watchin' She flossin' more watches, she know they ain't got 'em Uh, she let them trace cop 'em Come through, she'll pop 'em Brought that sucker-ass nigga, she ain't have to rob 'em She ain't have to fuck 'em, but she still got 'em (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy) It's like a movie scene, back to back machines (uh) Bitch Japanese, hoes come in threes Drop the top on the Spider, we got a lot to see Product of the dope game (uh), Smell the aroma from the keys (keys) A outcall in the Florida Keys Just for a overnight, she charged the nigga 20 G (numbers, uh) This yellow stone cost a AMG I play the key and push the GT to get from A to B Life's a trip, the same hoes go choose when you got some chips (uh) She fucking on the low, I let it go, 'cause I'm not a simp (uh) I'm smoked out behind this limo tint (limo tint) Thousand dollar lighter when I take a hit (uh) Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy Man (yeah) Harry Fraud, uh Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy (shh, shh, shh, hehehe) Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy (shh) Smoke weed and don't post me in yo' pictures (man) You can keep the secret with you always (numbers) It's like life, you just got to keep telling yourself, no matter how hot it gets Sooner or later there's a cool breeze coming in Should I write that down? What took you so long? Hi, I'm Callie I'll give you a drink if you'll tell me your name
Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, Shante Scott Franklin, Larry Eugene Hendricks Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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