Leaving the Dock

(La Música de Harry Fraud)
They shipping that Lam to the crib while Im on tour
When I get off of this bus its gon be pedal to the floor
Fore a nigga even step foot through the door
Its gon be laps in that ho
Dolo - fool I aint got time for no bitches
But I do got a Rolex where my long sleeves ending
A house on my wrist, a car on each pinky
I got all of this from laughing at them lames
While Im rolling up my sticky, lightning struck again
Jet Lifers, niggas always rewriting history
Fools hear our verses and rewrite that shit they scribbling
Bitches see my bitches and consider trying women
I pulled up drunk, talking shit in the lobby of my building
Push the button and the elevator took it straight to the ceiling
Doors open in the living room, thats penthouse pimping
Yea girl I did it, Id advise you to play your position
Fore you see another ho in your jersey tryna score 30
Ya heard me, a nigga been focused since I said hi to er
We higher than the Eiffel
You suckas is like food. Fool, who designed you?
Nigga I was built to make sure this sucka shit get kilt
Homie Im a whale, big mufuckin fish
Of course you gon see a ocean where I live
Of course if I rolled it, its top shelf hemp
Of course she got them Jordans on tryna impress him
Titties out when I fall in , bring the whole city out
I did it for Slim, yeah I like