Real trippy niggas

La musica de Harry

Hippy niggas

Uh nigga my mom blow that kinda cash nigga what you talkin bout

Pop bottles and shit

Groceries fool

Uh you know I kill

Any motherfucking song that I go on

And I don't gotta count the money that I spend

'Cause I get it in

My bread so long, my bank big nigga roll on

My brain fried nigga so long

I hate fake niggas and so on

Take all the money that I made

The sharing be out the reason that you're waiting

Plus I smoke the bombest weed I call it Californication

A island for vacation I'm callin all this cake

A hundred thousand for the safe

Just baught a pound and I'm a face it

Now watch me you niggas see my pieces tryn copy

My rollie presidential plus the rings that I got on

By versace and I ain't even cocky

I'm just confident that I'm the shit

You hatin mother fuckers know what time it is

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I'm just ridin round my side of town

Got my windows up and my speaker loud

And we smokin so I'm gonna need a pound

Bet the haters wish they can see me now

But the money in the way

Erry one of us gettin money bruh

But money in the way

My nigga on the real, all you see is dollar bills

I blow a hundred band get the fuck around with

That holdin you in love with the hoe I mess around with

Cuff up with the Taylor, would you drink my paper

My music fuck my people but tonight I'm doing yayger

20 years on and I ain't falling off

Niggas flex about the check and they run their mouth

Ferrari pull up guess hoppin out

With a double couple in hand and some Money count

Rockin Louie this I'm rockin 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

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