"Electric Eyes" lyrics
Curren$y & Harry Fraud Lyrics
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Huh, and we been them ones this whole time
We don't talk loud, my nigga, we don't stand in lines
We don't count money in public under electric eyes
They documentin' your stuntin'
They'll use that shit against you in due time
I'm still high, I'm still in my prime
Get in the booth and lay it, if it's the truth, I'll say it
In a player way to make them haters happy that I made it
Racin' flags in my garage, storage for forty cars
Party, not hardly, but I'm always workin' hard
Put the nightclub in my front yard
Like, the fuck I'm gon' leave my house for?
Be serious, dog, Eastside, from mines to yours
Big motion in the ocean, gear shiftin' in the Lam' truck
On Ocean Boulevard, took risks for rewards
In the land of the Locs, blue rags and gun smoke
Blue faces, bad bitches, palm trees, and good dope
Bang my line when you tryna get rich
Code word "rich game" when you need the whole kit
Made it in the rap game, the shit the same as the block, gang
Hey, Style, you a cold-ass nigga, man
When you was locked down, fool, that was a damn shame
You was liftin' weights and I was raisin' champagne
But don't think for a minute we forgot the mission
Still, my nigga stayed in the car with me when them other fools was trippin'
Million-dollar frames, million-dollar vision
Build a motherfuckin' fortress and go missin'
Set aside a whole fuckin' fortune for them children
Spend a lil' bit on bullshit then get back to flippin'
Spend a lil' bit on bullshit then get back to flippin'
Spend a lil' bit on bullshit then get back to flippin'
Spend a lil' bit on bullshit then get back to flippin'
Huh, and we been them ones this whole time
We don't talk loud, my nigga, we don't stand in lines
We don't count money in public under electric eyes
They documentin' your stuntin'
They'll use that shit against you in due time
I'm still high, I'm still in my prime
Get in the booth and lay it, if it's the truth, I'll say it
In a player way to make them haters happy that I made it
Racin' flags in my garage, storage for forty cars
Party, not hardly, but I'm always workin' hard
Put the nightclub in my front yard
Like, the fuck I'm gon' leave my house for?
Be serious, dog, Eastside, from mines to yours
Big motion in the ocean, gear shiftin' in the Lam' truck
On Ocean Boulevard, took risks for rewards
In the land of the Locs, blue rags and gun smoke
Blue faces, bad bitches, palm trees, and good dope
Bang my line when you tryna get rich
Code word "rich game" when you need the whole kit
Made it in the rap game, the shit the same as the block, gang
Hey, Style, you a cold-ass nigga, man
When you was locked down, fool, that was a damn shame
You was liftin' weights and I was raisin' champagne
But don't think for a minute we forgot the mission
Still, my nigga stayed in the car with me when them other fools was trippin'
Million-dollar frames, million-dollar vision
Build a motherfuckin' fortress and go missin'
Set aside a whole fuckin' fortune for them children
Spend a lil' bit on bullshit then get back to flippin'
Spend a lil' bit on bullshit then get back to flippin'
Spend a lil' bit on bullshit then get back to flippin'
Spend a lil' bit on bullshit then get back to flippin'
