Real trippy niggas
La musica de Harry Fraud
Happy niggas
Uh making my mom blow that kind of cash
Nigga whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Pop bottles and shit
Groceries full

Uh you know I kill
Any motherfucker song that I go on
And now I gotta count the money that I've spent cuz I get it in
My brand so long, my bank big, nigga prolong
My brave fry nigga so long
I hate fake niggas and so on
Take all the money that I made
The sharing out be that the reason that you're waiting
Plus I smoke the bombast weed I call it Californication
I aller for vacation I'm callin all this cake
A hundred thousand for the safe
Just bought a pound and Imma face it
Now watch me
You niggaa see my pieces, try and copy
My rollin' presidential, plus the rings that I got on about
Versace, and I ain't even cocky
I'm just confident that I'm the shit, you ain't
You motherfuckers know what time it is

I'm just glad I'm on my side of town
Got my windows up and my speaker loud
And we smokin some, gon' need a pall
Bet the haters wish they could see me now
Put the money in the wag
Every one of us get money bro
Put the money in the wag
My nigga on the reel, all you see is dollar bill

I blow a hundred bands just to fuck around with
That holdin' you in love with that hoe I mess around with
Cuff up with the Taylor, me drinkin' my paper
Bumbeazle, fuck my people but tonight I'm doing yager
20 years on and I ain't falling off
Niggas flex about the chick and they run their mouth
Ferrari pull up guess who hoppin' out
Would a double cup in hand and some money count
Rock it Louie this, I'm 'bout to Louie that
Louie on my ass, Louie on my hat
When I hit the club, Louie in my hand
That's the Louie 13, Louie in my glass

I'm just glad I'm on my side of town
Got my windows up and my speaker loud
And we smokin some, gon' need a pall
Bet the haters wish they could see me now
Put the money in the wag
Every one of us get money bro
Put the money in the wag
My nigga on the reel, all you see is dollar bill