Harry Cash lyrics

[Intro: Warhol.SS & Fanesha Fabre]
Big cash b*tch, haha
Got my n*gga Harry Fraud in this b*tch
Harry Cash to be exact, yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)

[Chorus]
Big bag full of cash on it
Big booty script big ass on it
Big gas by the pound we don't pass nun
When you b*tch with the gang she gon' go brazy
Double cup, ayy, and it got me lazy
Treat the foreign like a steamer
I f*ck up the 'cedes
Hundred hoes in the spot and they going 80
Racks tucked in the bunch she'll call me Brady

[Verse 1]
Bite down on yo hoes like it big ow
Undercover on me you can see the scene now
Big script when you hit the kitchen
Keep it a couple loads when you crippin'
Check this drip n*gga type different
Run the gang out you gon see a drought
Switching up the swag switching up the style
Big gas on me ain't no black and mild
Oh that fo got me sleep on ya
Harry Fraud on the beat so you know it's poppin
Big choppa for depression n*gga had me rolling
Check me a ice when this sh*t frozen