Big cash bitch, haha i got my nigga, man
Harry Fraud in this bitch
Harry Cash to be exact, yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Big bag full of cash on me
Big booty stripper, big ass on it
Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none
When your bitch with the gang
She gon' go brazy
Double cup, ayy, and it got me lazy
Treat the foreign like a steamer
I f*ck up the 'Cedes
Hundred hoes in the spot
And they going eighty
Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady
Bite down, gave your ho a lil' bean now
Undercover on me you, can see the seam now
Big script when you hit the kitchen
Keep it a couple Locs with me crippin'
Check this drip nigga type different
Run the gang out, we don't see a drought
Yeah, switching up the swag
Switching up the style
Yeah, big gas on me, ain't no black and mild
Yeah, pour that four
That got me sleep walking
Harry Fraud on the beat so
You know it's poppin'
Big chopper for the pressure, nigga
Have you rolling
Check this ice, boy, this shit frozen
Big bag full of cash on me
Big booty stripper, big ass on it
Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none
When your bitch with the gang
She gon' go brazy
Double cup, ayy, and it got me lazy
Treat the foreign like a steamer
I f*ck up the 'Cedes
Hundred hoes in the spot
And they going eighty
Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady
Summertime with a Mink coat
Put my bitches is Celine, ain't no cheap ho
Baby drop to your knee like 10-4
We'll pop a nigga quick like Crisco
Keep a shooter, Stephen Curry
These niggas got me some food Mcflurry
I rock Number (N) ine, not no basics
Air a nigga out
We leave the scene with no traces
I remember thinking 'bout this
Dream in the basement
I remember gang gang with me ain't no faking
Tom Ford shades cover my eyelids
They call me daddy, these hoes is my kids
Big bag full of cash on me
Big booty stripper, big ass on it
Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none
When your bitch with the gang
She gon' go brazy
Double cup, ayy, and it got me lazy
Treat the foreign like a steamer
I f*ck up the 'Cedes
Hundred hoes in the spot
And they going eighty
Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady
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Big cash bitch, haha i got my nigga, man
Harry Fraud in this bitch
Harry Cash to be exact, yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Big bag full of cash on me
Big booty stripper, big ass on it
Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none
When your bitch with the gang
She gon' go brazy
Double cup, ayy, and it got me lazy
Treat the foreign like a steamer
I f*ck up the 'Cedes
Hundred hoes in the spot
And they going eighty
Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady
Bite down, gave your ho a lil' bean now
Undercover on me you, can see the seam now
Big script when you hit the kitchen
Keep it a couple Locs with me crippin'
Check this drip nigga type different
Run the gang out, we don't see a drought
Yeah, switching up the swag
Switching up the style
Yeah, big gas on me, ain't no black and mild
Yeah, pour that four
That got me sleep walking
Harry Fraud on the beat so
You know it's poppin'
Big chopper for the pressure, nigga
Have you rolling
Check this ice, boy, this shit frozen
Big bag full of cash on me
Big booty stripper, big ass on it
Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none
When your bitch with the gang
She gon' go brazy
Double cup, ayy, and it got me lazy
Treat the foreign like a steamer
I f*ck up the 'Cedes
Hundred hoes in the spot
And they going eighty
Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady
Summertime with a Mink coat
Put my bitches is Celine, ain't no cheap ho
Baby drop to your knee like 10-4
We'll pop a nigga quick like Crisco
Keep a shooter, Stephen Curry
These niggas got me some food Mcflurry
I rock Number (N) ine, not no basics
Air a nigga out
We leave the scene with no traces
I remember thinking 'bout this
Dream in the basement
I remember gang gang with me ain't no faking
Tom Ford shades cover my eyelids
They call me daddy, these hoes is my kids
Big bag full of cash on me
Big booty stripper, big ass on it
Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none
When your bitch with the gang
She gon' go brazy
Double cup, ayy, and it got me lazy
Treat the foreign like a steamer
I f*ck up the 'Cedes
Hundred hoes in the spot
And they going eighty
Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady
Harry Fraud in this bitch
Harry Cash to be exact, yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Big bag full of cash on me
Big booty stripper, big ass on it
Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none
When your bitch with the gang
She gon' go brazy
Double cup, ayy, and it got me lazy
Treat the foreign like a steamer
I f*ck up the 'Cedes
Hundred hoes in the spot
And they going eighty
Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady
Bite down, gave your ho a lil' bean now
Undercover on me you, can see the seam now
Big script when you hit the kitchen
Keep it a couple Locs with me crippin'
Check this drip nigga type different
Run the gang out, we don't see a drought
Yeah, switching up the swag
Switching up the style
Yeah, big gas on me, ain't no black and mild
Yeah, pour that four
That got me sleep walking
Harry Fraud on the beat so
You know it's poppin'
Big chopper for the pressure, nigga
Have you rolling
Check this ice, boy, this shit frozen
Big bag full of cash on me
Big booty stripper, big ass on it
Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none
When your bitch with the gang
She gon' go brazy
Double cup, ayy, and it got me lazy
Treat the foreign like a steamer
I f*ck up the 'Cedes
Hundred hoes in the spot
And they going eighty
Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady
Summertime with a Mink coat
Put my bitches is Celine, ain't no cheap ho
Baby drop to your knee like 10-4
We'll pop a nigga quick like Crisco
Keep a shooter, Stephen Curry
These niggas got me some food Mcflurry
I rock Number (N) ine, not no basics
Air a nigga out
We leave the scene with no traces
I remember thinking 'bout this
Dream in the basement
I remember gang gang with me ain't no faking
Tom Ford shades cover my eyelids
They call me daddy, these hoes is my kids
Big bag full of cash on me
Big booty stripper, big ass on it
Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none
When your bitch with the gang
She gon' go brazy
Double cup, ayy, and it got me lazy
Treat the foreign like a steamer
I f*ck up the 'Cedes
Hundred hoes in the spot
And they going eighty
Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady
Writer: ARIYAN ARSLANI, RORY WILLIAM QUIGLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC