"The Coin Toss" lyrics
Curren$y, Wiz Khalifa & Harry Fraud Lyrics
Roofless records
These Harry Fraud beats, we don't skip through these
We rep them all, if you ready we gon' send them off
We gon' send them balls, we gon' spend it all on cars
We gon' ice the main broads, like fuck it dawg
Livin' large, underground music drugs, lost slingin' balls
Anti-bacterial sofa scars
Gold and platinum plaques on the wall
Marble floors through the halls, red pepper by the doors
For them deputy dogs, burn they noses off
Everybody want to come smoke with the boss
Review your game tapes, I can show you why you lost
From the jump ball to the kick off to the coin toss
Nigga the how you swing at golf
To how you throw a dart
I'm a pro all star and the drop top double up
So some game up dawg, that's if you smart
I do know ball
It's not tough at all
Now you see all these human beings that you see
Who believe that the head drop of these Chinese blacks and white
They are the same
And if you go to anyone of them
Excuse me sir
What color is your mind?
All one
Disc 2
Fuck it, let's drop another one
Let's make our families rich before the summer's done
Let's drop the top and soak up the sun
When they crunch the numbers, let's run it up
Let's fill ashtrays and empty cups
Say fuck the bullshit and live it up
The program stick to it, bruh
The world is bigger than us
Take my time, I don't feel like I'm rushed
Look around, I see more than enough
Live streams and private flights
Book the suite, I'll be there tonight
We lapped him twice
Just a bunch of broke niggas giving bad advice
Smell like kush front row at the fight
Rolling up in spite of what they tell us
YSL Duffel, what's the price?
Used to struggle with the lights
Now my family sleep comfortable at night
Listen to this conversation
Because we are spirits
Living in different colour-physical bodies
To trust those eyes of yours
And what are you going to discover?
You cannot believe something and know it
And you can only believe in what you don't know
These Harry Fraud beats, we don't skip through these
We rep them all, if you ready we gon' send them off
We gon' send them balls, we gon' spend it all on cars
We gon' ice the main broads, like fuck it dawg
Livin' large, underground music drugs, lost slingin' balls
Anti-bacterial sofa scars
Gold and platinum plaques on the wall
Marble floors through the halls, red pepper by the doors
For them deputy dogs, burn they noses off
Everybody want to come smoke with the boss
Review your game tapes, I can show you why you lost
From the jump ball to the kick off to the coin toss
Nigga the how you swing at golf
To how you throw a dart
I'm a pro all star and the drop top double up
So some game up dawg, that's if you smart
I do know ball
It's not tough at all
Now you see all these human beings that you see
Who believe that the head drop of these Chinese blacks and white
They are the same
And if you go to anyone of them
Excuse me sir
What color is your mind?
All one
Disc 2
Fuck it, let's drop another one
Let's make our families rich before the summer's done
Let's drop the top and soak up the sun
When they crunch the numbers, let's run it up
Let's fill ashtrays and empty cups
Say fuck the bullshit and live it up
The program stick to it, bruh
The world is bigger than us
Take my time, I don't feel like I'm rushed
Look around, I see more than enough
Live streams and private flights
Book the suite, I'll be there tonight
We lapped him twice
Just a bunch of broke niggas giving bad advice
Smell like kush front row at the fight
Rolling up in spite of what they tell us
YSL Duffel, what's the price?
Used to struggle with the lights
Now my family sleep comfortable at night
Listen to this conversation
Because we are spirits
Living in different colour-physical bodies
To trust those eyes of yours
And what are you going to discover?
You cannot believe something and know it
And you can only believe in what you don't know
Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Shante Scott Franklin
