Intro
Wiz Khalifa]
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Gang, checks
Bm A
More money than these lames get
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More weed on the plane
Bm A
More diamonds on the chain
La Música de Harry Fraud
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
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Um, backwards joints get rolled up
Bm A
Learned that in Amsterdam
D
Learned as a young man
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Get cash fast as you can
Bm A
But don't blow it too fast
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Always save some for the road, make the smoke last
Bm A
Never ask permission, we just blow past
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Momma twistin' up joints, I'm just scribblin' in this notepad
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Hopin' that, the hotel got good room service that I could throw back
Bm A
Put on a movie that's a throwback
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Or just some beats, Harry Fraud just sent the whole pack
Bm A
Maybe hit the pool swim a couple laps
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Do my best when I'm relaxed
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Back in the day, the way they used to send the message all facts
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Beef without a scratch, used to doubt us
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Now the game wouldn't be the same without us
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Smoke the loudest
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Ha
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My weed good, my bitch bad
Bm A
My joints burn slow all my cars go fast
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Sweatpants, pockets is bulgin' with cash, hella stacks
A
Dippin' that playa shit they never put on the racks
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Members only shit, private showroom out back
Bm A
Fashion bloggers have to ask you, "where you got it at?"
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Spitta just a real nigga who can rap
Bm A
Only deliver facts about my life but it's tight
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'cause my life is all that
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Famous enough to get in there for free but not so famous
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that people keep bothering me
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While I'm choppin' the tree, smokin' one this a selfie, a muhfuckin' personal sum'n
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It's enough gas in the world for all of you
Bm A
So I ain't 'bout to pass my fuckin' joints over to you
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We could get high, count to these high tunes
Bm A
Baby I got hella playa grooves
D
In the Chevy as we cruise
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I can't wait until New Orleans make the news
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Completely legalize recreational that's like a dream come true
C#m Bm
At the marina gettin' stoned to some Nina Simone
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Shorty never heard them vibes until I put her on
C#m Bm
Smoke two more sticks while I drove her home
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Shorty poutin' lookin' like something wrong
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But she don't wanna be alone
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Talkin' 'bout how well we get along but my money really got her mind blown
C#m Bm
She think I'm dumb, baby girl I'm not the one
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Money machine count while I twiddle my thumbs
C#m Bm
Money machine count while I lace up my Banned 1's
A D
Money machine count you delivered that ransom
C#m Bm
Money machine countin' that stash for my grandson
A D
Money machine copped the island to land on
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Money machine my own, hustlin' feet I stand on
[Outro: Curren$y]
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East side, parked the Medina at the Marina
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They was amazed when they seen it
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Millionaires
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Two of us it was like 50 M's between us
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A
Arguing who Rolex the cleanest
[Outro]
(Repeat till fade)
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