Songtext Drop zone Curren$y

Drop zone

(La música de Harry Fraud)
Told me you'd give me twenty four hours' notice
See, Jacob, well, that was then, this is now
Where?
Everglades
Thirty keys de lo mejor, top shelf

Huh
Hard-top on stock chrome, parked at the drop zone
Left the phone at the crib 'cause it's really on
Chinchilla coats on in the killing field, smokin' on love, though
East side, the homie Wild Bill came through
While I was wipin' down the '64, smoke one, chop it up
I got right back to the dough, audio dope
Boatloads for your earlobes to smoke
Lik? coke to the nose in th? form of musical notes
And authentic quotes from the driver of the cigarette boat
Considered a legend by legends but overlooked by peasants
With media presence, I never gave a fuck 'bout they credit
'Cause when I bought them cars cash, they credit didn't help me get it
Fuck it, I could dead it and forget it
I'm layin' golden chains on the Iceberg sweater
Bart Simpson with Chanel letters, niggas shoulda known better

I wanna pass
Remember, if you stay, I'll make it five points per key
In or out?
I'm in

Huh
Turn a blank piece of paper to a 600 Benz
Turn a blank piece of paper to a whole 'nother crib
Turn a blank piece of paper to a fully-stocked fridge
Huh
Turn a blank piece of paper to a 600 Benz
Turn a blank piece of paper to a fully-stocked fridge
Clothes for the kids
Turn a blank piece of paper to a
Turn a blank piece of paper to a whole 'nother crib

Now that I'm the OG, they wanna do it how I did
And I don't get in they way, but I let 'em know that I'm here
Tell 'em 'bout the Bentleys and the bitches, how they slid
And show 'em how now I'm on some whole other shit
More ways to get everybody rich, for real