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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 the roll, 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 good room service that I could throw back Put on a movie that's a throwback Or just some beats, Harry Fraud just sent the whole pack Maybe hit the pool swim a couple laps Do my best when I'm relaxed Back in the day, the way they used to send the message all facts Beef without a scratch, used to doubt us Now the game wouldn't be the same without us Smoke the loudest Ha My weed good, my bitch bad Letras de cancionesMy joints burn slow all my cars go fast Sweatpants, pockets is bulgin' with cash, hella stacks Dippin' that playa shit they never put on the racks Members only shit, private show, went out back Fashion bloggers have to ask you, "where you got it at?" Spit it, just a real nigga who can rap Only deliver facts about my life but it's tight 'cause my life is all that Famous enough to get in there for free but not so famous that people keep bothering me While I'm choppin' the tree, smokin' one this a [?], a muhfuckin' personal stunt It's enough gas in the world for all of you So I ain't 'bout to pass my fuckin' joint over to you We could get high, count to these high tunes Baby I got hella playa grooves In the Chevy as we cruise I can't wait until New Orleans make the news Completely legalize recreational that's like a dream come true At the marina gettin' stoned to some Nina Simone Shorty never heard them vibes until I put her on Smoke two more sticks while I drove her home Shorty poutin' lookin' like Saint Laurent But she don't wanna be alone Talkin' 'bout how well we get along but my money really got her mindblown She think I'm dumb, baby girl I'm not the one Money machine count while I twiddle my thumbs Money machine count while I lace up my [?] Money machine count you delivered that ransom Money machine countin' that stash for my grandson Money machine [?] Money machine my own, hustlin' feel like stayin' home East side, pop some [?] and smoke at the marina [?] Two of us it was like [?] between us [?] [?] From Letras Mania