Harry Cash lyrics
by Lil Duke
[Intro: Warhol.SS & Fanesha Fabre]
Big cash b*tch, haha
I got my n*gga, man, Harry Fraud in this b*tch
Harry Cash to be exact, yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)
[Chorus]
Big bag full of cash on me
Big booty stripper, big ass on it
Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none
When your 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 eighty
Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady
[Verse 1]
Bite down, gave your ho a lil' bean now
Undercover on me you, can see the seam now
Big script when you hit the kitchen
Keep it a couple Locs with me crippin'
Check this drip n*gga type different
Run the gang out, we don't see a drought
Yeah, switching up the swag, switching up the style
Yeah, big gas on me, ain't no black and mild
Yeah, pour that four, that got me sleep walking
Harry Fraud on the beat so you know it's poppin'
Big chopper for the pressure, n*gga, have you rolling
Check this ice, boy, this sh*t frozen
[Chorus]
Big bag full of cash on me
Big booty stripper, big ass on it
Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none
When your 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 eighty
Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady
[Verse 2]
Summertime with a Mink coat
Put my b*tches is Celine, ain't no cheap ho
Baby drop to your knee like 10-4
We'll pop a n*gga quick like Crisco
Keep a shooter, Stephen Curry
These n*ggas got me some food Mcflurry
I rock Number (N)ine, not no basics
Air a n*gga out, we leave the scene with no traces
I remember thinking 'bout this dream in the basement
I remember gang gang with me ain't no faking
Tom Ford shades cover my eyelids
They call me daddy, these hoes is my kids
[Chorus]
Big bag full of cash on me
Big booty stripper, big ass on it
Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none
When your 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 eighty
Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady