Sixty-Seven Turbo Jet

Life (La música de Harry Fraud) Money in the floor case they kick in the door Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs Yea, life The fuck you thought? That ain't the super sport package, the fuck you bought? I don't plan on bein' in a police chase But if I do holmes I doubt that I get caught I had some gear work done, headers, cam, exhaust Parked outside of my fort That's my getaway car, easy access, top off With the push button start, you know me dawg Money in the floor case they kick in the door Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs Money in the floor case they kick in the door Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs And we can make crack like this As long as we slang raps like this Make that paper stack like And we can make crack like this As long as we slang raps like this Make that paper stack like Fruits of my labor The grind major, player, investigators agitated But this is legal paper that we makin' Sure is dope bein' sold, and yeah we the ones sellin' Audio keys, the price go down if you cop heavy Them other fools rushin' they cook up they shit not ready We waitin' 'til its perfect Mix it down and then we serve it The ones who sleepin' on it don't deserve it Money in the floor case they kick in the door Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs Money in the floor case they kick in the door Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs And we can make crack like this As long as we slang raps like this Make that paper stack like Life