Curren$y, Harry Fraud, Larry June - Vintage Haze lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Curren$y, Harry Fraud, Larry June - Vintage Haze lyrics]
La música de Harry Fraud
(yeah, yeah) i got my money line with me
I left my talk, the bitch’s
Phone on the boat
Tomorrow mornin’ I'll go get it
Babygirl miss me
Gotta woman up and deal with it
In my absence has she learned
To understand a real nigga
Another case of mofuckers soakin’ up the game
Too late to show the world what
They really learn from it
Storm chasin’ in that Wraith
Followed by the Cullinan
Lightenin’ followed by thunderin’
We dropped that OutRunners
And they noticed that there was a hungеr here
I’m tryna buy a bigger homе this year
Put some more moves in gear
Smokin’ vintage Haze in this new age
Got my vision crystal clear
I see ‘em huddled up
Talkin’ shit ‘bout us a
Thousand miles from here
I could get drunk with power
Make ‘em all disappear
Work-for-hire laundromat
The dollars stashin’ like Jimmy Hoffa
Before COVID hit
My New York chick bought us
Tickets to the opera
Ayy, keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches
Baby we smokin’ weed in it
Don’t post me in your pictures
If you could keep a secret
We could always kick it
Don’t talk about me ‘round your nigga
That shit dead, have him suspicious
La da da, la da da, la da da, la da da
(Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Marble floors in the trap
Juice by the magazine
Let her stay the night, hit it twice
Here’s a tangerine lookin’ for a art dealer
Buyin’ shit that hold value
Waterin’ my plants with alkaline
I gotta keep it classy
Gotta keep the watch factory, bitch
You know what time it is
I like a girl low-key but still
Know how to handle biz
Love, I’m not a babysitter
I be on some boss shit
Buildings (Buildings) , houses (Houses) , money (Money) , I’m havin’ shit (yeah)
Lookin’ at my watch is like
Lookin’ at a few birds
Amazed how I knocked this lil
Bitch with a few words (Good job)
No, sir, can’t fuck with it, man
You niggas different (Niggas’ different)
Got a lil bitch in Seattle
She like to cook me dinner (Numbers)
Fingerprinted safe out the way
With surveillance in it
Million dollar policy on that in
Case a nigga slip (Nigga slip)
Off top, take your time with it
Make that shit count (Shit count)
Fell in love with the challenge
Never did it for the clout
What’s hannin’? Numbers (Numbers)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shit man
Uh, yee hee check
JetLife, TFM outRunners
Harry Fraud, what’s hannin’? Yee hee!
(yeah, yeah) i got my money line with me
I left my talk, the bitch’s
Phone on the boat
Tomorrow mornin’ I'll go get it
Babygirl miss me
Gotta woman up and deal with it
In my absence has she learned
To understand a real nigga
Another case of mofuckers soakin’ up the game
Too late to show the world what
They really learn from it
Storm chasin’ in that Wraith
Followed by the Cullinan
Lightenin’ followed by thunderin’
We dropped that OutRunners
And they noticed that there was a hungеr here
I’m tryna buy a bigger homе this year
Put some more moves in gear
Smokin’ vintage Haze in this new age
Got my vision crystal clear
I see ‘em huddled up
Talkin’ shit ‘bout us a
Thousand miles from here
I could get drunk with power
Make ‘em all disappear
Work-for-hire laundromat
The dollars stashin’ like Jimmy Hoffa
Before COVID hit
My New York chick bought us
Tickets to the opera
Ayy, keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches
Baby we smokin’ weed in it
Don’t post me in your pictures
If you could keep a secret
We could always kick it
Don’t talk about me ‘round your nigga
That shit dead, have him suspicious
La da da, la da da, la da da, la da da
(Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Marble floors in the trap
Juice by the magazine
Let her stay the night, hit it twice
Here’s a tangerine lookin’ for a art dealer
Buyin’ shit that hold value
Waterin’ my plants with alkaline
I gotta keep it classy
Gotta keep the watch factory, bitch
You know what time it is
I like a girl low-key but still
Know how to handle biz
Love, I’m not a babysitter
I be on some boss shit
Buildings (Buildings) , houses (Houses) , money (Money) , I’m havin’ shit (yeah)
Lookin’ at my watch is like
Lookin’ at a few birds
Amazed how I knocked this lil
Bitch with a few words (Good job)
No, sir, can’t fuck with it, man
You niggas different (Niggas’ different)
Got a lil bitch in Seattle
She like to cook me dinner (Numbers)
Fingerprinted safe out the way
With surveillance in it
Million dollar policy on that in
Case a nigga slip (Nigga slip)
Off top, take your time with it
Make that shit count (Shit count)
Fell in love with the challenge
Never did it for the clout
What’s hannin’? Numbers (Numbers)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shit man
Uh, yee hee check
JetLife, TFM outRunners
Harry Fraud, what’s hannin’? Yee hee!