La Música de Harry Fraud
[Intro]
Yeah, these planes they land on the water, got enough cargo to fill your order
Ship it by the boatload, no negotiation, one price, final offer
If you don't get it somebody else want it
All this work pure, ain't nobody step on it
[Chorus]
These planes they land on the water
Got enough cargo to fill your order
Ship it by the boatload, no negotiation, one price final offer
If you don't get it somebody else want it
All this work pure, ain't nobody step on it
Count up that loot every morning (morning)
Ball hard, keep the scoreboard lit, point guard
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Doing dabs in the lab (lab), '76 house made of glass (house made of glass)
No rims, slidin' on facts, butter Timbs, butter raps
Butter leather seats nigga peel back the rag, top ride out pedal mash
To the hideout firin' up gas (gas), bitch that's what I'm 'bout
Runnin' through checks, you just runnin' your mouth (runnin' your mouth)
Not only collectin' checks, I been writin' 'em now (writin' 'em now)
Monopolize, we ride, customize in the South
488 Spyder when the stars come out (stars come out)
Every weekend we bringing new cars out (cars out)
'Cause all during the week we was in the workshop (workshop)
Gettin' that work out, over a million served (what else?)
Things you civilians wouldn't know about, word (word)
[Intro]
Yeah, these planes they land on the water, got enough cargo to fill your order
Ship it by the boatload, no negotiation, one price, final offer
If you don't get it somebody else want it
All this work pure, ain't nobody step on it
[Chorus]
These planes they land on the water
Got enough cargo to fill your order
Ship it by the boatload, no negotiation, one price final offer
If you don't get it somebody else want it
All this work pure, ain't nobody step on it
Count up that loot every morning (morning)
Ball hard, keep the scoreboard lit, point guard
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Doing dabs in the lab (lab), '76 house made of glass (house made of glass)
No rims, slidin' on facts, butter Timbs, butter raps
Butter leather seats nigga peel back the rag, top ride out pedal mash
To the hideout firin' up gas (gas), bitch that's what I'm 'bout
Runnin' through checks, you just runnin' your mouth (runnin' your mouth)
Not only collectin' checks, I been writin' 'em now (writin' 'em now)
Monopolize, we ride, customize in the South
488 Spyder when the stars come out (stars come out)
Every weekend we bringing new cars out (cars out)
'Cause all during the week we was in the workshop (workshop)
Gettin' that work out, over a million served (what else?)
Things you civilians wouldn't know about, word (word)
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