Venetian Loafers

Lyrics

[Intro: Meyhem Lauren] Shit... Might have seen me hand glidin' in Jupiter Fuck.. we out here Rockin' jewelry in the wave pool Yo, uhh (La musica de Harry Fraud) [Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] It's the same person from way back Silked out with the shades black Play the blocks where they blaze at, sprayed at Maybach like a German car Consistently with currency, forever earnin' pa I spit this shit for all my people that's gone Whether they locked up or dead, I bring 'em life in this song Back in the world with me Takin' flicks, countin' this cake The fuckin' Gucci store got my foot covered in snake (uhh) Tryin' to see a billion, rockin' reptilian Y'all hear the shit I talk and question if it's really him The way I'm extra make y'all regular like Psyllium Williein' with the best of 'em, lookin' fresh with 'em Stand up, quick to man up, y'all pumpin' estrogen We built different, I'm a premium edition I get driven around, y'all put the key in the ignition Comin' from Queens to flip a key is a tradition [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Yo, live from Jupiter Uhh Still in the after hours with the coke heads that rock Pro Keds Been a criminal since I would duck officer Lopez Before Feds was snatchin' my mans up in handcuffs Now we look back and just breeze, pumpin' pop at your trucks Eatin' high quality fish chunks from Masa Breakin' bread, writin' blueprints on how to prosper Florida, Hollywood, Hollywood, L.A I just wanna go coast to coast and sell yay (sell yay) The hustle is my heritage The struggle seen in my eyes presents the evidence Bruno Magli suede covers my footsteps Never fold, never told, one of those good reps I got that post where they cop at Pop at your top hat, nigga you not that, I'm ill You know the resume, only rock exotic gear Egyptian musk on, smellin' like Islamic prayer [Verse 3: Conway] Look, dutches pack with the best flowers You niggas got settlement money, we finessed ours You blow your money on the strippers, we invest ours Put it on your head, have you killed within the next hour (Goodnight!) I know homie gon' be sick (ha!) I got no album out, still a Rollie on my wrist He could be mad as he want, but I know he won't do shit And if the nigga bust a move, I'ma make sure he don't exist We sippin' on gold bottles by the caseload (uh huh) Lawyer money make the charges disappear, where that case go? Whoa, we got shooters on the payroll They whackin' everything if I say so (brrrrrrrrrrr!) Versace silk shirts like I'm Percy Miller They say you made it, I say nah, I'm still workin', nigga I'm grindin' like I'm still hurtin', nigga Machine, Meyhem and Fraud, this shit perfect, nigga (woo!) It's curtains, nigga You know