Real trippy niggas. La musica de Harry Fraud. Happy niggas. Uh making my mom blow that kind of cash. Nigga whatcha talkin' 'bout?. Pop bottles and shit. Groceries full. Uh you know I kill. Any motherfucker song that I go on. And now I gotta count the money that I've spent cuz I get it in. My brand so long my bank big nigga prolong. My brave fry nigga so long. I hate fake niggas and so on. Take all the money that I made. The sharing out be that the reason that you're waiting. Plus I smoke the bombast weed I call it Californication. I aller for vacation I'm callin all this cake. A hundred thousand for the safe. Just bought a pound and Imma face it. Now watch me. You niggaa see my pieces try and copy. My rollin' presidential plus the rings that I got on about. Versace and I ain't even cocky. I'm just confident that I'm the shit you ain't. You motherfuckers know what time it is. I'm just glad I'm on my side of town. Got my windows up and my speaker loud. And we smokin some gon' need a pall. Bet the haters wish they could see me now. Put the money in the wag. Every one of us get money bro. Put the money in the wag. My nigga on the reel all you see is dollar bill. I blow a hundred bands just to fuck around with. That holdin' you in love with that hoe I mess around with. Cuff up with the Taylor me drinkin' my paper. Bumbeazle fuck my people but tonight I'm doing yager. 20 years on and I ain't falling off. Niggas flex about the chick and they run their mouth. Ferrari pull up guess who hoppin' out. Would a double cup in hand and some money count. Rock it Louie this I'm 'bout to Louie that. Louie on my ass Louie on my hat. When I hit the club Louie in my hand. That's the Louie 13 Louie in my glass. I'm just glad I'm on my side of town. Got my windows up and my speaker loud. And we smokin some gon' need a pall. Bet the haters wish they could see me now. Put the money in the wag. Every one of us get money bro. Put the money in the wag. My nigga on the reel all you see is dollar bill