Larry June, Harry Fraud - Expensive Couches lyrics

La música de Harry Fraud (yeah)

I got the Louis bag to match the Benz
I’m doin’ anything (Numbers)
Carbon-fiber frame on the bike cost five Gs
Don’t check me, lil nigga, check your hygiene
2015, trips to the Philippines
When I touched my first million dollars
Didn’t announce that (Announce that)
On the phone with Herman Miller
Askin’ where the couch at (Couch at)
Why these niggas always got my
Name where they mouth at? (Mouth at)
Passin’ through Vacaville
Take her to the outlet
Love, you gotta work your way up
To get that real bag mackin’ on a bitch
White tee and a hydro flask (Numbers)
Duffel bag with the name tag
Filled with hella cash (yeah)
Hundred grand all blue, slidin’ up Mill Ave
(yeah) house in Atlanta, bought that, nigga
All cash tax write-off for you niggas
That don’t understand (Numbers)
I be out the way with my son
Playin’ in the sand (yeah)
Make the money work for it'self, nigga
Buy some land bricks of Columbia
Linen shorts and button-ups (Button-ups)
I be goin’ beast mode
Livin’ life so comfortable (Comfortable)
And I ain’t gotta talk my numbers
Just know I’m eatin’ (Eatin’)
I parked the Grand Nash by
The Benz for no reason what’s hannin’?

Yeah, and bitch
You already know what time it is
You know I mean? (Uh, numbers)
I’ma always talk my shit, just get used to it
(Good job)
Somethin’ slight, you know I mean?
Bitch, I must stay healthy (Good job)
Fresh orange juice and shit, you know I mean?
(yeah)
Hoppin’ out them big boys, playa shit, nigga

Tryna make it out
But this shit gettin’ kinda tricky
What am I to do when
The snow bunny got twenty?
Off top, real nigga shit, had to fuck with it
(Fuck with it) bounced in my old-school
Tossed on that Lauryn Hill
She rubbin’ on your Rolex to
Make sure your shit real
Me? She already know I’m up, it is what it is
I kick that shit that I live, you all talk
(All talk)
Electric gears on this bike that I peddle on
(What’s hannin’?)
Run it up, gotta make it happen (Good job)
I ain’t gotta sell dreams, bitch
You know what hannin’?
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
When she see that matte Benz
Then she know it’s daddy
(She know it’s daddy)
I might tell Mando to pull out the Caddy
(What’s hannin’, Mando?)
Sippin’ on this water with the kiwi in it
(Kiwi in it)
Pulled up in the sprinter with the TV in it
(TV in it)
I ain’t see you, you ain’t see me
We just fuckin’ with it (What’s hannin’?)
Harry Fraud on the beat
I had to come with it (yeah)
What’s hannin’?

La música de Harry Fraud
And everything gucci on my end (Check)
You know I’m sayin’? Copacetic and shit (Man)
Somethin’ slight (Numbers) , check (Good job)
And it’s some other shit, nigga
You know I’m sayin’? (Man)
Versace cuffs for no reason, you know I mean?
(yeah)
Pinky off the cut too, bitch, numbers
Sock it to me