Curren$y, Harry Fraud ft. Conway the Machine, Boldy James - Riviera Beach - Extended Clip Lyrics

Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (smoke weed)
(La música de Harry Fraud)

Uh, she send a text she want to straddle me off in my castle
Palomino horses on Louis Vuitton saddles
I ain't never bought her sandals (never)
But every flavor Jordan 1, she have 'em (every)
Rollin' a fatty while I'm mashin'
Got them windows crackin'
Weed clouds got her eyes burnin'
But she gettin' used to it now 'cause she's a fast learner
And a great earner
I swear she pulled down mo' figures than you and your niggas
Picture me blowin' larger when they said I wouldn't get no bigger (no)
Jet Life we just bought mo' buildings (mo')
Built them motherfuckers out and parked them new Ferraris in it
These ain't lyrics my nigga I spit it 'cause I did it ('cause I did it)
And that's the difference between me and them other (me and them other)

(If I saw it, wanted it and did not get it)
(It's 'cause I changed my mind)

Uh
Police raid the spot
We open shop back up soon as the cops left (ah-ha)
It's still like fifty P's we got left (we gotta get this shit off)
Tell me why would I stress?
When I woke up this mornin', so I'm blessed (I'm blessed)
Told my lil' bro, "Your bag comin' just trust the process" (uh-huh)
Cook a whole bird, Bobby Flay
I'm a top chef
Sellin' quarters back in New York for the Jeff Hostet (haha)
Shots wet his porch left him bleedin' on his top step (boom-boom-boom-boom)
God blessed, when I'm repeatedly squeezin' my Tech
They said they wanted smoke but then they immediately digress
I feed off the track this beat I can easily digest
Obstacles I unbelievably side step
Every one of my projects resonates with niggas still in the projects (talk to 'em)

(If I saw it, wanted it and did not get it)
(It's 'cause I changed my mind)

Member them cold Chicago nights off Wabash
Back when I ain't had no cho to drop off at my stash
Stomach was coated full of toxins used to pop tabs
But now we fully loaded, catching lives off the high glass
Whole gang will kick up dust and cut up a rug for me
It's like I kicked the drink, still addicted to the drug money
Taking down them licks give me a high adrenaline rush
You never sat on a spig for five minutes then flushed
Chopper with a hunnid rounds ducked off in the cut
Shot clock running down on em, five mins is up
When them people get on you, we gon' find out who the real you
Fuck is you gonna do? Barbecue a meal due
Last loss took a hit, didn't boo-hoo or pout
Type of nigga I ain't flushing shit, I'd rather shoot it out
Was running base, still selling dope on the hoop court
They call me Bo Jack cos they know I'm a legend in two sports
(What else)

(If I saw it, wanted it and did not get it)
(It's 'cause I changed my mind)

Yeah
Yeah
Keep the E in it
Chevy's on switches, baby
We smokin' weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
Hittin' switches on Chef Highway dippin'
(Yeah, yeah, yeah light it up, light it up)
On a mission to my feelings
If you lucky, I'll bring you with me (light it up, light it up)

(Jet Life)
(Jet Life)
(Jet Life)
(Jet Life)
(Jet Life, yeah, yeah)

Just like every time
Foreigns and low-rides
In a line outside while I'm gettin' high
(Trying' make me mad)