Riviera Beach (feat. Conway the Machine)

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(La Música de Harry Fraud)

She send a text, she want to straddle me off in my castle
Palomino horses on Louis Vuitton saddles
I ain't never bought her sandals
But every flavor Jordan 1 she have 'em
Rolling' a fattie while I'm mashin'

Got them Windows Crackin'
Weed clouds got her eyes burning'
But she getting used to it now 'cause she's a fast learner
And a great earner
I swear she pulled down mo' figures than you and your niggas
Picture me blowin' larger when they said I wouldn't get no bigger

Jet Life we just bought more buildings
Built them motherfuckers out and parked them new Ferraris in it
These ain't lyrics my nigga, I spit it 'cause I did it
And that's the difference between me and them other-

If I saw it, wanted it, and did not get it
It's 'cause I changed my mind

Police raid the spot
We open shop back up soon as the cops left
Still like 50 P's we got left
Tell me why would I stress?
When I woke up this morning so I'm blessed
I told my lil' bro you're bag comin', just trust the process

Cook a whole bird Bobby Flay
I'm a top chef
Sell the quarters back in New York for the Jeff Hostet
Shots wet, his porch left him bleeding on his top step
God bless when I'm repeatedly squeezing my tech
They said they wanted smoke but then they immediately digress
I feed off the track this beat I can easily digest
Obstacles I unbelievably side step
Every one of my projects resonates with niggas still in the projects

If I saw it, wanted it, and did not get it
It's 'cause I changed my mind

Then I treat them and the Chevvy's all swift
Smokin' weed in it, no postin' any pictures
We all swiftin' on Chef Highway, dippin'
On a mission, tell my feelings
Luckily I bring you with me
Yeah, yeah just like everytime
As far as the law rides
And the man outside while I'm gettin' high
Tryna make me bad



Credits
Writer(s): Shante Franklin, Rory William Quigley, James Clay Jones, Demond Price
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