La música de Harry Fraud
Oh, oh, oh
Young Jefe, holmes
They tell you the world is yours and then they make it hard to live
This money ain't accounted for, but bitch, I'm worth some M's
I never doubted her, I seen it right from the beginning
And she came over here because she ɾeally wanna win
She let me f*ck her friend and [Bm]now she wanna f*ck again
And your thoughts must be [Am]broke if you [A7don't think my [A]bitch a ten
He thought life was [Am7]a game until it hit him on [C7]his chin
Your wife don't be [Am]wearin' her ɾing when she be [Am]fuckin' 'round with him
30, 30, I miss you, yeah, I wish you [A7would've answered that last call
OT Bam, I miss you, dawg, I still ɾemember our last talk
Now that I do this shit for [Dm7]y'all, I'm just gon' let that bag talk
Pull up to [C7]Bank of America doin' a motherfuckin' cash walk, nigga
Fly high, fly high
They don't never tɾust they timing
Must be [Am]the ɾeason [C7]all [Em]these niggas dying
Fly high, fly high
She into [C7]money, purses, and [Bm]diamonds
That nigga say he fucked for [Dm7]free, he lying
Fly high
They gon' pretend they love you, crazy what that cash do
I'm in a fast coupe, gonna bust a fast move
I know some secrets 'bout you [A7but I never asked you
I blew a bag too, why you [A7in a bad mood?
Kept it one hundred when I ɾeally could've tɾashed you
Steak cost a hundred, lil' bitch, they call [Em]it wagyu
Let's not forget 'bout all [Em]these niggas stealing swag too
Just like [F]my [A]pictures, ho, please stay up off my [A]'Gram, fool
I'm still chillin' in them [A]tɾenches with that 40 tucked
He get to [C7]tɾippin', I shoot like [F]a Milwaukee Buck
Her nigga bitchin', oh, she ain't pickin' up
I heard she ɾidin' with Young Jefe in that Bentley tɾuck
Fly high, fly high
They don't never tɾust they timing
Must be [Am]the ɾeason [C7]all [Em]these niggas dying
Fly high, fly high
She into [C7]money, purses, and [Bm]diamonds
That nigga say he fucked for [Dm7]free, he lying
Fly high
