"Willy & Sal" lyrics
Curren$y & Harry Fraud Lyrics
Yeah yeah yeah
(La musica la Harry Fraud)
When the water smash against the rocks
Foot in the door, kick it down for my bro
He next to blow, he gon' need movement to grow
Avion cold, open bottles let it pour
Over the ice, almost as nice as my flow
Rice in the bowl, diamonds and rose gold
Time froze, your bitch chose
Quick thinking, she on her toes
I been taking drop offs on time, I'm on the road
Money to blow, your best friend'll wipe your nose
For a price, it'll probably be low
Damn, that was your mans or so you thought
Until shit hits the fan
How many founders did you fish in the pan
Them niggas scoundrels
We peep the plans, ge that from 'round you
Don't act like you the only ones that getting money
Next to my watch all of them nigga's stones looking funny
It test real but the quality is like ill
You just copped them things with the chromy wheels
Made [?] Frank and Beverly on the terrace in Beverly Hills
It sound heavenly my next record with Stephanie Mills
Then I played that [?] gots to be real
She said I'm a vibe curator, she just wanna be near
Baby come here, my flow top tier
My top drop like a tear, game sharp as a spear
Foot in the door, kick it down for my bro
He next to blow, he gon' need movement to grow
Avion cold, open bottles let it pour
Over the ice, almost as nice as my flow
Rice in the bowl, diamonds and rose gold
Time froze, your bitch chose
Quick thinking, she on her toes
I been taking drop offs on time, I'm on the road
Money to blow, your best friend'll wipe your nose
For a price, it'll probably be low
Damn, that was your mans or so you thought
Until shit hits the fan
How many founders did you fish in the pan
Them niggas scoundrels
We peep the plans, get that from 'round you
Get what I'm saying
If you can keep a secret we can always kick it
If you can keep a secret we can always kick it
Rule number one don't talk about me 'round your
That shit dead I have my suspicions
(La musica la Harry Fraud)
When the water smash against the rocks
Foot in the door, kick it down for my bro
He next to blow, he gon' need movement to grow
Avion cold, open bottles let it pour
Over the ice, almost as nice as my flow
Rice in the bowl, diamonds and rose gold
Time froze, your bitch chose
Quick thinking, she on her toes
I been taking drop offs on time, I'm on the road
Money to blow, your best friend'll wipe your nose
For a price, it'll probably be low
Damn, that was your mans or so you thought
Until shit hits the fan
How many founders did you fish in the pan
Them niggas scoundrels
We peep the plans, ge that from 'round you
Don't act like you the only ones that getting money
Next to my watch all of them nigga's stones looking funny
It test real but the quality is like ill
You just copped them things with the chromy wheels
Made [?] Frank and Beverly on the terrace in Beverly Hills
It sound heavenly my next record with Stephanie Mills
Then I played that [?] gots to be real
She said I'm a vibe curator, she just wanna be near
Baby come here, my flow top tier
My top drop like a tear, game sharp as a spear
Foot in the door, kick it down for my bro
He next to blow, he gon' need movement to grow
Avion cold, open bottles let it pour
Over the ice, almost as nice as my flow
Rice in the bowl, diamonds and rose gold
Time froze, your bitch chose
Quick thinking, she on her toes
I been taking drop offs on time, I'm on the road
Money to blow, your best friend'll wipe your nose
For a price, it'll probably be low
Damn, that was your mans or so you thought
Until shit hits the fan
How many founders did you fish in the pan
Them niggas scoundrels
We peep the plans, get that from 'round you
Get what I'm saying
If you can keep a secret we can always kick it
If you can keep a secret we can always kick it
Rule number one don't talk about me 'round your
That shit dead I have my suspicions
