Curren$y, Harry Fraud ft. Conway the Machine - Riviera Beach Lyrics

Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(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)

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)

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'
On a mission to my feelings
If you lucky, I'll bring you with me

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

Just like every time
Trunks and low-rides
In a line outside while I'm gettin' high