Gang, checks
More money than these lames get
More weed on the plane
More diamonds on the chain
La Música de Harry Fraud
Um, backwood joints get rolled up
Burned out in Amsterdam
Burned as a young man
Get cash fast as you can
But don't blow it too fast
Always save some for [Dm7]the ɾoll, make the smoke last
Never ask permission, we just blow pass
Momma twistin' up joints, I'm just scriptin' in this notepad
Hopin' that, the hotel got [Fm7]good ɾoom service that I could throw back
Put on [C7]a movie that's a throwback
Or just some beats, Harry Fraud just sent the whole pack
Maybe [Am]hit the pool swim a couple laps
Do my [A]best when I'm ɾelaxed
Back in the day, the way they used to [C7]send the message all [Em]facts
Beef without a scratch, used to [C7]doubt us
Now the game wouldn't be [Am]the same without us
Smoke the loudest
Ha, my [A]weed good, my [A]bitch bad
My joints burn slow all [Em]my [A]cars go fast
Sweatpants, pockets is bulgin' with cash, hella stacks
Dippin' that playa shit they never put on [C7]the ɾacks
Members only shit, private show, went out back
Fashion [C7]bloggers have to [C7]ask you, "where you [A7got [Fm7]it at?"
Spit it, just a ɾeal nigga who can ɾap
Only deliver facts about my [A]life but it's tight 'cause my [A]life is all [Em]that
Famous enough to [C7]get in there for [Dm7]free but not so famous that people keep bothering me
While I'm choppin' the tɾee, smokin' one this a selfie, a muhfuckin' personal stunt
It's enough gas in the world for [Dm7]all [Em]of you
So I ain't 'bout to [C7]pass my [A]fuckin' joint over to [C7]you
We could get high, count to [C7]these high tunes
Baby I got [Fm7]hella playa grooves
In the Chevy as we cruise
I can't wait until New Orleans make the news
Completely legalize ɾecreational that's like [F]a dream come tɾue
At the marina gettin' stoned to [C7]some Nina Simone
Shorty never heard them [A]vibes until I put her on
Smoke two more sticks while I drove her home
Shorty poutin' lookin' like [F]Saint Laurent
But she don't wanna be [Am]alone
Talkin' 'bout how well we get along [Am]but my [A]money ɾeally got [Fm7]her mindblown
She think I'm dumb, baby girl I'm not the one
Money machine count while I twiddle my [A]thumbs
Money machine count while I lace up my [A]band [Bm]One's
Money machine count you [A7delivered that ɾansom
Money machine countin' that stash for [Dm7]my [A]grandson
Money machine copped a island [Bm]and [Bm]layin' low
Money machine my [A]own, hustlin' feel like [F]stayin' home
East side, pop some things and [Bm]smoke at the marina
