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Curren$y

Vintage Haze

 

Vintage Haze

(album: The Director's Cut - 2020)


La música de Harry Fraud

[Curren$y:]
(Yeah, yeah)
I got my money line with me
I left my talk, the bitch's phone on the boat, tomorrow morning I'll go get it
Babygirl miss me, gotta woman up and deal with it
In my absence has she learned to understand a real nigga
Another case of mofuckers soaking up the game
Too late to show the world what they really learn from it
Storm chasing in that Wraith followed by the Cullinan
Lightening followed by thundering
We dropped that OutRunners, and they noticed that there was a hunger here
I'm tryna buy a bigger home this year
Put some more moves in gear
Smoking vintage Haze in this new age got my vision crystal clear
I see 'em huddled up, talking shit 'bout us a thousand miles from here
I could get drunk with power, make 'em all disappear
Work-for-hire laundromat, the dollars stashing like Jimmy Hoffa
Before COVID hit, my New York chick bought us tickets to the opera

Ayy, keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches, baby
We smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
If you could keep a secret, we could always kick it
Don't talk about me 'round your nigga
That shit dead, have him suspicious
La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da

[Larry June:]
(Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Marble floors in the trap, juice by the magazine
Let her stay the night, hit it twice, here's a tangerine
Looking for a art dealer, buying shit that hold value
Watering my plants with alkaline, I gotta keep it classy
Gotta keep the watch factory, bitch, you know what time it is
I like a girl low-key but still know how to handle biz
Love, I'm not a babysitter, I be on some boss shit
Buildings (Buildings), houses (Houses), money (Money), I'm having shit (Yeah)
Looking at my watch is like looking at a few birds
Amazed how I knocked this lil bitch with a few words (Good job)
No, sir, can't fuck with it, man, you niggas different (Niggas' different)
Got a lil bitch in Seattle, she like to cook me dinner (Numbers)
Fingerprinted safe out the way with surveillance in it
Million-dollar policy on that in case a nigga slip (Nigga slip)
Off top, take your time with it, make that shit count (Shit count)
Fell in love with the challenge, never did it for the clout
What's hannin'? Numbers (Numbers)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, shit
Man
Uh, yee hee
Check
JetLife, TFM
OutRunners
Harry Fraud, what's hannin'? Yee hee!

done

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