[Intro: Meyhem Lauren]
Shit...
Might have seen me hand glidin' in Jupiter
Fuck.. we out here
Rockin' jewelry in the wave pool
Yo, uhh
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
It's the same person from way back
Silked out with the shades black
Play the blocks where they blaze at, sprayed at
Maybach like a German car
Consistently with currency, forever earnin' pa
I spit this shit for all my people that's gone
Whether they locked up or dead, I bring 'em life in this song
Back in the world with me
Takin' flicks, countin' this cake
The fuckin' Gucci store got my foot covered in snake (uhh)
Tryin' to see a billion, rockin' reptilian
Y'all hear the shit I talk and question if it's really him
The way I'm extra make y'all regular like Psyllium
Williein' with the best of 'em, lookin' fresh with 'em
Stand up, quick to man up, y'all pumpin' estrogen
We built different, I'm a premium edition
I get driven around, y'all put the key in the ignition
Comin' from Queens to flip a key is a tradition
[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Yo, live from Jupiter
Uhh
Still in the after hours with the coke heads that rock Pro Keds
Been a criminal since I would duck officer Lopez
Before Feds was snatchin' my mans up in handcuffs
Now we look back and just breeze, pumpin' pop at your trucks
Eatin' high quality fish chunks from Masa
Breakin' bread, writin' blueprints on how to prosper
Florida, Hollywood, Hollywood, L.A
I just wanna go coast to coast and sell yay (sell yay)
The hustle is my heritage
The struggle seen in my eyes presents the evidence
Bruno Magli suede covers my footsteps
Never fold, never told, one of those good reps
I got that post where they cop at
Pop at your top hat, n***a you not that, I'm ill
You know the resume, only rock exotic gear
Egyptian musk on, smellin' like Islamic prayer

[Verse 3: Conway]
Look, dutches pack with the best flowers
You n***as got settlement money, we finessed ours
You blow your money on the strippers, we invest ours
Put it on your head, have you killed within the next hour (Goodnight!)
I know homie gon' be sick (ha!)
I got no album out, still a Rollie on my wrist
He could be mad as he want, but I know he won't do shit
And if the n***a bust a move, I'ma make sure he don't exist
We sippin' on gold bottles by the caseload (uh huh)
Lawyer money make the charges disappear, where that case go?
Whoa, we got shooters on the payroll
They whackin' everything if I say so (brrrrrrrrrrr!)
Versace silk shirts like I'm Percy Miller
They say you made it, I say nah, I'm still workin', n***a
I'm grindin' like I'm still hurtin', n***a
Machine, Meyhem and Fraud, this shit perfect, n***a (woo!)
It's curtains, n***a
You know