Текст песни 14 Packs - Smoke DZA , Curren$y

La Música de Harry Fraud
Rubber band wrap all my knots
My bitch pulled up, with a teacup
Yorkie in a Range Rover drop top
Now I'm riding shotgun, underneath the sun
Thumbing through these hundred dollar bills like ones
Father fly, got so many rap sons
High grade medicinal in my lungs
When I swung
On blades, severed heads bled in a pathway we fled
All my friends are dead presidents so stack bread
Clearly, homie, you been misled
Foolish of you to listen to what a hater had said
Life is a SuperBowl bet, million dollar point spread
Covered like comforters on the bed
Money tree leaves hanging like dreads
Company currently on the run getting paid
Company comfortably wearing diamonds on stage
Making movies, killing beats, putting 'em on the front page
Yeah
Right, presidential crowns, presidential suites
Door to door with the pack like I'm Uber Eats
Like move ten of 'em maybe you can sleep
I left the plug house with 12 he gave me two for free
Drug money in our pockets
The best part of it,
It's all profit
The never die corporation
All these hundreds together look at the organization
Ice cold is my aura
Put designer on my sons and my daughters
Bullshit to the side, old dodger like Tommy Lasorda
You talkin' stoner lifestyle you tuned in to the fathers
Hm, I'm like why even bother these niggas liars
They make-up game on Sephora
Pass me a lighter
Smoke one for the illest squads
Traditional mob
This lil' thing of ours