[Intro: Curren$y]
La Música de Harry Fraud
Yeah, yeah
[Keep eatin' it, chef is on?] [?]
Smokin' weed, [?], don’t post me in yo' pictures
You can keep the secret with you always
Hell

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Exit to the hibachi grill, they was watchin' still
600 Mercedes SL, we knock your pocket here
Of course, I pulled up mega high
She get butterflies whenever she see my car outside
She was down for me when I was on and next in line
So when I stepped in the mind, of course, I upgraded her shinе game
I only laid once, not a second timе
Stayed on her mind, rent-free livin’
It's just me chillin'
Can't believe I'm this lowkey and worked all these millions
Many men that wish death on they friends
Envious of they position
That's his dog but he still killed him
Shit was wrong but if he ran the F down to you, you might feel 'em
Shit wicked so is everything occasionally
She's seen without her wedding ring
Terrible thing, pretty little in the big city, smack dab in the middle
[Interlude: Curren$y]
Whaddya you got here?
That was delivered by a messenger this morning
What’s this about? (Yeah)
He’s here
"You're a wizard, Harry"

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Uh, Palisades, barricades
Hand grenades, gray Mercedes, narrow escape
Money made, livin’ large, growing great
As a youngin', my experiences was beyond my age
Era episode five season straight
Another one for my display case
We drive them cars, makes no sense to chase
Just let us play, we staying out your way
No big payday for fools who play it safe
Rather do like when a chalkboard is erased
Powdery trace, we outer space
Me in the club, you suckers out of place
So many stones in the face
So many hoes in one place
Make a sucker n***a heart race
You're lookin' at a boss in his normal state
Getting barges off at an alarming rate