Dive into a world where luxury and introspection intertwine with poetic flair. This track explores themes of opulence, ambition, and self-awareness. The artists paint vivid pictures of lavish lifestyles, symbolic of success and the hustle that got them there. With mentions of plain Rolexes and marble columns, they highlight both the exterior display of wealth and the intrinsic satisfaction of achieving personal goals. Women in the narrative move through this glamorous world, seeking financial independence while navigating complex relationships. The song’s moody undertones reflect on life's impermanence, hinting that no matter how heated things get, a "cool breeze" is always on the horizon. Through this blend of affluence and reflection, the artists convey that true fulfillment comes from understanding oneself amidst the riches and chaos.
Marble Columns
Lyrics
(La música de Harry Fraud)
(Yeah)
(To all the homegirls ?) Yeah
Yeah
(When you kick it 'round them other niggas in the lab)
(And it take all long for them to make that shit up)
(That's how they lying) yeah
(If it don't come to you easy) yeah
(It's not natural) east side all mine
(Find what's natural, yeah) just like every time
Gas (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My Rolex plain (Rolex plain)
My bitch got everything
Creeping in the summer rain
Luggin' racks on the range
She left her last man seeking financial gain
She kept her last name but took his wedding ring
That's the sign, is you high or blind?
Well, no, in due time
A twist of a lemon lime in my water that'll do me fine
Slidin', downtown ridin'
Between the high rises, I probably buy one
The common areas got marble columns
She on the snow, silent
She's spending dough, whylin'
Envious hoes watching
She flossing more watches
She know they ain't got 'em
Uh, she let them (?) Top her
Come through, shit poppin'
Brought that sucka-ass nigga
She ain't have to rob her
She ain't have to fuck 'em
But she still got 'em
It's like a movie scene, back to back machines
Bitch Japanese, hoes come in three's
Drop the top on a spider
We got a lot to see
Product of the dope game
Smell the aroma from the keys
A outcall in the Florida Keys
Just for a overnight, she charged the nigga twenty G's
This yellow stone cost a AMG
I play to keep and push the GT to get from A to B
Life's a trip, them same hoes go choose when you got some chips
She fucking on the low, I let it go 'cause I'm not a set
I'm smoked out behind this limo tint (limo tint)
Thousand dollar lighter when I take a hit, uh
Man (yeah)
Jet life
TFN
Harry Fraud, uh
(Chevy' on 20's)
(Smokin' weed and don't post me in your pictures) man
(You can keep a secret, with you always)
(It's like life)
(You just got to keep telling yourself)
(No matter how hot it gets)
(Sooner or later, there's a cool breeze coming in)
(Should I write that down?)
(What took you so long?)
(Hi, I'm Callie)
(I'll give you a drink if you'll tell me your name)
Writer(s): Larry Eugene Hendricks, Rory William Quigley, Shante Scott Franklin
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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