(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

Blood Orange Pellegrino match the flame Buick Regal

The way I play the Vegas strip, you would think I'm Bugsy Siegel

This the rebirth of Max Julien, I'm far from a Hooligan

A soft spoken gentlemen, who got a few lady friends

SL Mercedes Benz, that's just for the weekends

The fruits of her labor, what she did for a Mac then

Electric blinds sliding down the windows at the Bel Air

Room Service, Champagne bottles in the hot tub

Private suite, told her book that shit for another week

Egyptian cotton pillow sheets, nothing but the best for P

Funny thing is, a **** live right up the street

Close to the Palisades, but I can't give too much away

They follow **** home, and leave 'em soaking in they driveway

That's why you'll never catch me hanging with a bitch up at my own place

Fuck a stash in my ride, it's in my lap when I slide, mane

'Cause nowadays, you gotta be the first to squeeze your shit, gang

Editorial, how the story go?

It was the beat or me, I can't be sorry fo'

Moving on our road, like dice across the globe

On ice, yellow gold Millionaire, mellow flow

Professional Camaro, pedal steppin' on

This the '90, my other one a '81

I'm seconds from the top, where haters come

Gunning for your spot, you gotta watch out, my ****, and wait for them

Sure as the morning will bring us the sun

Them **** hungry, and they want it

But them **** don't want to work for nothin'

But they lurk in the shadows

They wait until you look too comfortable, then they decide to attack you

The fact them **** coming for you just look bad for you

But you can't let no fuck shit happen too you