Harry Fraud and Larry June - Expensive Couches
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)Verse 1 (Larry June)
I got the Louis Bag to match the benz
I'm doing many things
Carbon fiber on the bike cost 5 G's
Dont check me lil' nigga check ya hygiene
2015 trips to the Philippines
Touched my first million dollars didn't announce that
On the phone with Herman Miller asking where the couch was?
Why these niggas always got my name where they mouth at
Passing thru Bakersville, 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
Duffel bag with the name tag filled with hella cash
100 grand off blues sliding up Mill Ave.
House in Atlanta I bought that nigga all cash
tax write off for for you niggas that dont understand
I be out the way with my son playing in the sand
Make the money work for itself nigga buy some land
Bricks of Colombia, Leonards Choice, and button ups
I be going beast mode living life so comfortable
I ain't gotta talk about numbers just know I mean it
I parked the Grand Nash by the Benz for no reason
Ay ay bitch you already know what time it is you know what I mean
I'm always gonna talk my shit just get used to it
Something slight know what I mean
Bitch I must stay up
Fresh Orange juice know what I mean
Hopping out the big boys, player shit nigga
Verse 2 (Larry June)
I'm trying to make it out, but this shit getting kind of tricky
What am I to do when the snow bunny got twenty
Off top Real nigga shit I had to fuck with it
Bounced in my old school, tossed on that Lauryn Hill
She rubbing on your Rolex to make sure your shit real
She already know I'm up it is what it is
Thats that shit that I live, you all talk
Electric gears on this bike that I pedal on
Run it up gotta make it happen
I ain't gotta sell dreams bitch you know what's happening
When she see that matte Benz then she know its daddy
I might tell Mondo to pull out the Caddy
Sippig on this water with the kiwi in it
Pull up in the Sprinter with the TV in it
I aint see you, you aint see me we just fucking with us
Harry Fraud on the beat I had to come with it
What's happening
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
Written by:
Larry Eugene Hendricks, Rory William Quigley
Publisher:
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