Mugello Red (feat. Rick Ross)

Yeah

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

Eastside all mine just like every time

Seven lowriders outside in a line

Couldn't decide which one to drive

Hopped in that foreign, lit a fat one, closed my eyes

Yeah, yeah

Told the driver, "Drive, wake me up when we arrive"

We use Rolls Royce umbrellas

No regard for the weather

Keep me out the rain and in the shade, ****, I'm good forever

I'm cool wherever

We park in the city, hop out

You know I'm smoking something better

Got something pretty with me

That **** there a veteran

Still with **** who been steppin'

Two-time felons smokin', cracking jokes, and ready to catch they next one

I tried to tell 'em

Matter fact, I never stopped tryin' until I put 'em in the same mind-frame that I am

Showed you how that money pile, but didn't show you how that ain't your friend

He want it all for him until he fall

Don't want to see they dawgs live as large as them

They ain't men

The teams that they on'll never win

Jet-life establishment

Rolexes and whips, palaces extravagant

We hustled for all of this, it's nothing to get

Up in the morn', lay out a fit

Next season shit, sneak preview drip

You gotta pray to get

Eastside

Yes, watch is set in Baguettes

In my Champion sweats

I got four or five jewelers

I just purchase the wet

Now the bottles all black

No more sippin' Moet

Drop the top bump the Woo

Show the tats on my chest

Bathing ape is a thing

I've been labeled a king

So sincere with my flows

Spend a house on my ring

Shorty give me some brain

Cullinan and a Mulsanne

Blowing 14 a cookie

Quarter M on my chain

Never did it for status

I just lusted for cabbage

Nikes out of the box

Backwoods all through the palace

Bitches know I'm a beast

Talking telekenisis

Haters think I do voodoo

Really blessings from Jesus

Kept my hands in the dirt

Now it's buckets of weed

New Mclaren to skrrt

Blow those trumpets for me

Get six figures a verse

Never charge a true G

Show you just how this works

It's a wonderful thing

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