Stingray

(La música de Harry Fraud) yeah Pressure's on, tan leather 500E, desert storm Weapons drawn once I hear the beat, got a western on in the crib Young guns in the east side move it there Built that in my home Took that page from Larry Wall Stash spots in the zone Cleared the building like somebody pulled the fire alarm Bio-threat, hundred lodged in the trunk of that Corvette If I ain't bought it, must ain't saw it yet How raw can it get? Detached from reality, she don't recognize herself She turned into something else (she'll hold something else) Wraith got the stars and the asteroid belt You tryna talk about cars We in the bidding war to buy five jets Finally a top of mountain achieved Can't believe I'm not asleep, living in a dream (Yeah) (Yeah, wake up early to count this money) Somebody might die next time that I load a pistol Miami heat like Alonzo, two floor condo in Brickell I got that fast cash, look, they call me, "Trash Bag Butch" Scratch that, a thousand eight grams, and half that's cooked I'm east side by law, gangsta shit, it's what you call a don Ran off the Draco and the double R just for my daughter prom I got my first brick from Doug, you know that one was on the arm I took that shit on the road with me, just like a port-a-charm (I just got a line on a freelancer with a hundred grand burning a hole in his pocket) (And no one to relieve him of his cash) (The deal's set for the gallery, doc) (And Jimmy Hagovich will run interference for you) (I don't want him) (He knows the man, he knows the place) (Once he sets you up with the guy, you're in charge) (You follow me?) (I'll use the boat) (That's a good idea) (Outside the Marina, there's a whole big ocean)