Stingray

[Intro: Fanesha Fabre]

La música de Harry Fraud

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Precious zone, tan leather 500E desert storm

Weapons drawn once I hit a beat, got a western on in the crib

Young guns in the east side move it, did it, built that in my home

Took that page from Larry Wong, stash spots in the zone

Cleared the building like somebody pulled the fire alarm

Bomb threat, hundred lodged in the trunk of that Corvette

If I ain't bought it, must ain't saw it yet

How raw can it get?

Detached from reality, she don't recognizе herself

She turnеd into something else

Wraith got the stars and the asteroid belt

You trying to talk about cars

We in the bidding war to buy five jets

Finally a top of mountain achieved

Can't believe I'm not asleep, living in a dream

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher]

(Yeah, wake up early to count this money)

Somebody might die next time that I load a pistol

Miami heat like Alonzo, two floor condo in Brickell

I got that fast cash, look, they call me "Trash Bags Butch'"

Scratch that, a thousand eight grams, and half that's cooked

I'm east side by law, gangsta shit, it's what you call a don

Ran out the Draco and the double R just for my daughter prom

I got my first brick from Doug, you know that one was on the arm

I took that shit on the road with me just like a port-a-charm

[Outro: Tony Azito & Don Johnson]

"I just got a line on a freelancer with a hundred grand burning a hole in his pocket and no one to relieve him of his cash. The deal's set for the gallery doc and Jimmy Hagovich will run interference for you. I don't want him. He knows the man, he knows the place. Once he sets you up with the guy, you're in charge. You follow me? I'll use the boat That's a good idea

Outside the Marina, there's a whole big ocean"