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