Из альбома: The Legend of Harvard Blue
Counting money while my bitch sleep
Counting money til my niggas eat
I ain’t fucking wit that Bentley Jeep
I’m a lil nigga so my wraith big as a truck to me
I tried to tell them lil boys not to fuck with me But sometimes you gotta let 'em see
See me on the beach in SD and my homie riding '63
When you got home I was all on your TV
Smoking weed where you never be Nigga where you can’t go You couldn’t see me with yo telescope
Testarossas on the coast parked it right next to the post
Spitta coped another whip, Aw no, Aw no More dope for your ears to smoke
Fucking with the audio narcos
Put some respect on it, before we check on it Haters will piss on your grave
I’m just gone park my corvette on it Sparking in the dark, thinking of more art
Stupid intelligence, I’m dumb smart
I’m all heart, that’s why you lost before you start
I scratched off in my Ferrari underneath them stars
I forget I got them cars, I be to busy grinding for 'em
That’s that money on the line baby I can’t ignore it, hold on More dope for your ears to smoke
The original audio narcos