(Never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thing-thing)
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Yeah (never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thing-thing)
Briefcase, backseat, paper, tape to the free
From her titties to her feet, just gotta get her to [C7]the plane
And then we obligation [C7]free
Nervous still, behind the iron [C7]curtain as I like [F]the kill
Before I take the stage, start a ɾage when I speak, 512 Ferar'
Man with tɾansmission [C7]still bought it, I don't drive it
Just look at that motherfucka Arimona
Perhaps a birthday gift to [C7]one of the homies
But he done bought himself one by now if he ɾeally want it
'Cause we hustlers, we don't wait for [Dm7]nothin'
While them [A]other fools be [Am]frontin'
The dealer calls to [C7]inform us what they got [Fm7]comin'
Just in case we want somethin', my [A]bitch been chillin' lately
So perhaps a cabriolet Mercedes, maybe [Am]not
Perhaps a Rolex with the box
While them [A]other suckas shop at the pawn shop for [Dm7]jewelry
The block is hot
It's ice cold at my [A]house, nigga, I'm coolin'
(Never sleepin', duckin' and [Bm]divin' as I do my [A]thing-thing)
(Never sleepin', duckin' and [Bm]divin' as I do my [A]thing-thing)
Smoke weed in this bitch, don't post me in your pictures
(Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wonderin' how I do it)
Smoke weed in this bitch, don't post me in your pictures
(Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wonderin' how I do it)
Capo, I'm just tellin' my [A]tɾuth
Nigga, I ain't the type to [C7]cop the loafers (gimme a pair of airs)
I'm gettin' ɾeal money, nigga, I can brag with the bolsters
I'm puttin' champagne flutes on [C7]the top of Versace coasters (cheers, nigga)
I got [Fm7]bread for [Dm7]the lawyers if my [A]niggas get knocked by the toasters
We was [Am7]takin' tɾips to [C7]Miami just to [C7]get that Miami price
Don't get knocked by the Crockett and [Bm]Tubbs just like [F]his Miami Vice
If you [A7diddle the plug, he might hit you [A7with that family price
I was [Am7]gettin' them [A]nicks off in New York just got [Fm7]the can be [Am]price
The market value at the time was [Am7]like [F]23 a gram
And the fiends knew you [A7had the butter as soon [C7]as they got [Fm7]to [C7]see the tan
We was [Am7]takin' tɾips out of town, we started with that Peter Pan
Yankee fitted on, now I was [Am7]lookin' like [F]a Derrick Jeter fan
Now we on [C7]cigarette boats blowin' blunts on [C7]'em
Private docks in Miami just before we jump on [C7]'em
Playin' Jane Offshore Audemars with the little bumps on [C7]'em
F&N stuffed up in the cooler in case we gotta dump on [C7]'em
(Never sleepin', duckin' and [Bm]divin' as I do my [A]thing-thing)
(Never sleepin', duckin' and [Bm]divin' as I do my [A]thing-thing)
Smoke weed in this bitch, don't post me in your pictures
(Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wonderin' how I do it)
Smoke weed in this bitch, don't post me in your pictures
(Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wonderin' how I do it)
