La musica de Harry Fraud
Yeah, you havin' fun (oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (oh, oh)
Put the top down (oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah (oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah (oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough
Big joint that I fill
New lights on the grill
Gold Ds on the wheels
Roll with me, need skills
I can tell you how it feel
Diamond chain for a pill
Buy the waves for a mil
Ain't even tryna flex
Some of them niggas want the trophy
I want mind and respect
Rapping these verses
Breaking these purses when it's time to collect
Don't even buy just one, we get 'em in sets
Ain't talkin' clothes, I'm talking the ice on her neck
I give you a start and make you work for the rest
Make you a boss, have you signing them checks
Checkin' the books and make sure my papers correct
Look, I done turned you to a threat
You havin' fun (oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (oh, oh)
Put the top down (oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah (oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah (oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough
Letting 'em up
Who knew that after years of hard work, the truth would be us
Two girls in the back, let our seats up
Cell phones off, so they can't reach us
I got an extra one, bitch, keep up
Put the kush in the joint, call it secret stuff
How you a boss and you rollin' in the cheapest one?
Me and my squad do our job, that's keepin' the bleachers filled up
They know way better than to steal from us
They work, so if we take a loss then shit we still get up
They wonder what's in my garage, if I'm gon' switch it up
I don't pull nothing, I make y'all go get some different work
We leave up out here and make all the bitches disappear
You havin' fun (oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (oh, oh)
Put the top down (oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah (oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah (oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough
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La musica de Harry Fraud
Yeah, you havin' fun (oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (oh, oh)
Put the top down (oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah (oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah (oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough
Big joint that I fill
New lights on the grill
Gold Ds on the wheels
Roll with me, need skills
I can tell you how it feel
Diamond chain for a pill
Buy the waves for a mil
Ain't even tryna flex
Some of them niggas want the trophy
I want mind and respect
Rapping these verses
Breaking these purses when it's time to collect
Don't even buy just one, we get 'em in sets
Ain't talkin' clothes, I'm talking the ice on her neck
I give you a start and make you work for the rest
Make you a boss, have you signing them checks
Checkin' the books and make sure my papers correct
Look, I done turned you to a threat
You havin' fun (oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (oh, oh)
Put the top down (oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah (oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah (oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough
Letting 'em up
Who knew that after years of hard work, the truth would be us
Two girls in the back, let our seats up
Cell phones off, so they can't reach us
I got an extra one, bitch, keep up
Put the kush in the joint, call it secret stuff
How you a boss and you rollin' in the cheapest one?
Me and my squad do our job, that's keepin' the bleachers filled up
They know way better than to steal from us
They work, so if we take a loss then shit we still get up
They wonder what's in my garage, if I'm gon' switch it up
I don't pull nothing, I make y'all go get some different work
We leave up out here and make all the bitches disappear
You havin' fun (oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (oh, oh)
Put the top down (oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah (oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah (oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough
Yeah, you havin' fun (oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (oh, oh)
Put the top down (oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah (oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah (oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough
Big joint that I fill
New lights on the grill
Gold Ds on the wheels
Roll with me, need skills
I can tell you how it feel
Diamond chain for a pill
Buy the waves for a mil
Ain't even tryna flex
Some of them niggas want the trophy
I want mind and respect
Rapping these verses
Breaking these purses when it's time to collect
Don't even buy just one, we get 'em in sets
Ain't talkin' clothes, I'm talking the ice on her neck
I give you a start and make you work for the rest
Make you a boss, have you signing them checks
Checkin' the books and make sure my papers correct
Look, I done turned you to a threat
You havin' fun (oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (oh, oh)
Put the top down (oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah (oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah (oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough
Letting 'em up
Who knew that after years of hard work, the truth would be us
Two girls in the back, let our seats up
Cell phones off, so they can't reach us
I got an extra one, bitch, keep up
Put the kush in the joint, call it secret stuff
How you a boss and you rollin' in the cheapest one?
Me and my squad do our job, that's keepin' the bleachers filled up
They know way better than to steal from us
They work, so if we take a loss then shit we still get up
They wonder what's in my garage, if I'm gon' switch it up
I don't pull nothing, I make y'all go get some different work
We leave up out here and make all the bitches disappear
You havin' fun (oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset (oh, oh)
Put the top down (oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah (oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah (oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause we never get enough
Writer: Cameron Thomaz, Rory William Quigley
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.