Letras
(This is what you want, this is what you get)
(This is what you want-)
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Angel on the hood
The hustler that could
From bad, mad good
From one, make dual
From that make plural
Multiple, quadruple Lamborghini's revving in the warehouse in neutral
Music been fruitful, can't complain
But for sure it's some suck ass niggas in the game
Can't put change on everybody
You get fucked up when you get sloppy
After this, watch niggas copy
Try to, before all hell is shut
Probably caught falling in a baby hammer
Duck tail spoiler, with the radar scanner
She bought me a new tracksuit every day I stayed with her in Atlanta
So I left her with a handful
Sorry, baby girl, I gotta scramble
You know how your mans do
(Damn)
(What's the matter?)
(Bergen's taking the Testarossa)
Ayo, German engine in the car, big joints on stuffed cigars
No luck, this glory to God, nah, this ain't no overnight shit
I been grinding hella hard, turned nothing to a nice flip
Fucked up life, had me stuck in a tight drip
Battling vices, takin' L's like the dice trick, flight risk
Now it's twice the rent for my Nike kicks
On planes, high as a kite, Jet Life bitch
Lately, life's lit, can't complain, I see no comp'
All these niggas is playing, been speeding in my lane
Married the game, never broke a promise, I need a boatload of dollars
Hopping out the 'Rari like Philip Michael Thomas or Collins
Fuck college, made commons over my street knowledge
Everybody eats, now we on shit, brick by brick, I built this
Now pricks wanna be partners
Fuck outta here
(After I pick up Acosta and meet Levesque)
(We go to the drop)
(How are you gonna give us the location?)
(There's no way I'll be able to do that)
(Acosta's Colombian, he doesn't trust Anglo's, it has to be me)
(This is what you want, this is what you get)