CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Vintage Haze
La música de Harry Fraud
(Yeah, yeah)
I got my money line with me
I left my talk, the b*t*h’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 n***a
Another case of mof**kers 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’ sh*t ‘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 n***a
That sh*t dead, have him suspicious
La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da
(Yeah, yeah)
I got my money line with me
I left my talk, the b*t*h’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 n***a
Another case of mof**kers 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’ sh*t ‘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 n***a
That sh*t dead, have him suspicious
La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da
