[Intro: Curren$y]
La Música de Harry Fraud
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Angel on the hood, the hustler that could
From bad make good, from one make dual
From that make plural, multiple, quadruple
Lamborghinis revving in the warehouse in neutral
Music been fruitful, can't complain
But for sure it's some sucker-ass niggas in the game
Can't put change on everybody
We get fucked up when you get sloppy
After this, watch niggas copy
Tried to, but fall hella short, probably
Carphone in a Baby Hammer
Ducktail spoiler, with the radar scanner
Shе bought me a new tracksuit evеry day I stayed with her in Atlanta
So I left her with a handful
Sorry, baby girl, I gotta scramble
You know how your mans do
[Interlude]
Damn
What's the matter?
Bergen's taken the Testarossa
[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, German engine in the car
Big joints sound stuffed, cigars (Yeah)
No luck, this glory to God (Uh huh)
Nah, this ain't no overnight shit
I been grindin' hella hard, turned nothin' to a nice flip (I did)
Fucked up life, had me stuck in a tight grip
Battling vices, taking L's like the dice trick, flight risk (Yeah)
Now it's twice the rent for my Nike kicks (Haha)
On planes, high as a kite, Jet Life, bitch (Yeah)
Lately life's lit, can't complain, I see no comp'
All these niggas is playin', been speedin' in my lane
Married the game, never broke a promise (Uh huh)
I need a boatload of dollars
Hopping out 'Rari like Philip Michael Thomas or Collins (Yeah)
Fuck college, made commas off of my street knowledge (Yeah)
Everybody eats, now we on shit brick by brick
I built this, now pricks wanna be partners (Yeah)
'Fuck outta here
[Outro]
After I pick up Acosta and meet Levec, we go to the drop
How are you gonna give us the location?
There's no way I'll be able to do that. Acosta's Colombian, he doesn't trust Anglos. It has to be me
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