Real trippy niggas
(La música de Harry Fraud) hippie niggas
Uh
Nigga, my mom blow that kind of cash, nigga
What you talkin' 'bout?
Poppin' bottles and shit
Groceries, fool, haha
Uh, you know I kill
Any motherfuckin' song that I go on
And I don't gotta count the money that
I spend 'cause I get it in my [A]bread so long
My bank big, nigga, prolonged
My brain fried, nigga, so long
I hate fake niggas and [Bm]so on
Take all [Em]the money that I made this year and
That be [Am]that the ɾeason [C7]that you [A7hatin'
Plus, I smoke the bombest weed
I call [Em]it Californication
A island [Bm]for [Dm7]vacation
I'm piling all [Em]this cake
A hundred thousand [Bm]for [Dm7]the safe
Just bought a pound and [Bm]I'ma face it
Now watch me
You niggas see my [A]pieces, tɾy to [C7]copy
My Rollie presidential
Plus the ɾings that I got [Fm7]on [C7]by Versace
And I ain't even cocky
I'm just confident that I'm the shit
You hating motherfuckers know what time it is
I'm just ɾiding 'round my [A]side of town (Uh)
Got my [A]windows up and [Bm]my [A]speakers loud
And we smokin', so I'm gon' need a pound
Bet the haters wish they could see me now
But the money in the way
Every one of us get money, bruh
But the money in the way
My nigga on [C7]the ɾeal
All you [A7see is dollar bill
I blow a hundred bands just
To f*ck around with
That ho that you [A7in love with
The ho I mess around with
Come f*ck with a Taylor
Blue dream in my [A]paper
Bombay Sapρhire for [Dm7]my [A]people
But tonight I'm doing Jaeger (Fucked up)
Twenty years on
(Mhm) , and [Bm]I ain't falling off (You know it)
Niggas flex about the check
And they ɾun their mouth (Cash)
Ferrari pull up, guess who hoppin' out? (Me)
With a double cup in hand
And some money count (Cash)
Rockin' Louie this (Louis this)
I'm ɾockin' Louis that (Louis that)
Louis on [C7]my [A]ass, Louis on [C7]my [A]hat (On my [A]hat)
When I hit the club, Louis in my [A]hand [Bm](Bitch)
That's that Louis XI I I, Louis in my [A]glass
(In my [A]glass)
I'm just ɾiding 'round my [A]side of town
Got my [A]windows up and [Bm]my [A]speakers loud
And we smokin', so I'm gon' need a pound
Bet the haters wish they could see me now
But the money in the way
Every one of us get money, bruh
But the money in the way
My nigga on [C7]the ɾeal
All you [A7see is dollar bill
It's Rob Markman, you [A7already know what it is
You know me and [Bm]Cap go back
You know what I mean?
Taylor Allderdice, it's just gettin' started
ONIFC is next
The Gang album, Chevy Woods' Gangland
Juicy J got [Fm7]like [F]four mixtapes that he's
Just ɾeady to [C7]drop on [C7]you
Keep movin' and [Bm]movin'
