Harry Fraud - Triple Double lyrics

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Harry Fraud - Triple Double lyrics

[Hook: Curren$y] Every day get paid, straight hustle(hanh) Club full of bad b**hes want all of 'em Never know holmes, might hit the triple double Triple double, triple double, triple double Never know holmes, might hit the triple double Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em(hanh) Never know holmes, might hit the triple double [Verse 1: French Montana] Highed up thinking' 'bout the best move next(hanh) Like f** Jet Blue, I need a blue jet Never underestimate the underdog greed Best thing came up out the Northeast Came up, what a hell of a man .44, long nose, call me elephant man Drag the n***a from the bottom of the bottom homie I could tell(hanh) From crabs in the bucket to the lobster tail Back in my living room shack, work flipped in the back n***a trippin' the set, I got a lick here(hanh) Now a n***a show is 'bout a brick here(hanh) f** a good day, this a good year(hanh) [Hook] [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Today was a good day, great day, yeah it was a payday So make way for motherf**ers only 'bout that Grade A Making money now, what the f** you talking 'bout? When these b**hes start trippin' we just lock 'em out Gotta bounce, and that's a regular day For that independent rap sh** I'm paving the way They hatin' the way that I'm bathing in ape Plus I'm comin' for your neck better make your escape I came in sh**tin', wood grain grippin' b**hes on that Cobain, c**aine sniffin' But they just on a quest to be some rock stars We party hard and we duckin' from them cop cars It's Mac Miller, Montana Smokin' blunts, bad b**hes on camera Took a second and got tatted on my neck and hands You don't gotta love the music, but respect the man [Hook] [Verse 3: Curren$y] Get me on the court and I'm Trouble in the exotic sports car no top Somethin' gorgeous inside it askin' if she can drive it They don't make these for novice, they make these for pilots On wheels, 3-piece stainless steel Haters tryna throw mud, it's love, I came out standing still What's really real when these b**hes behavin' Like nymphos all s** crazy Her home girl Molly came and got it poppin' I'm just watchin' pullin' the lighter from my back pocket Like that high karate She won't kick it, sit by me Come over to the crib, get hit by me Woke up and told her get that money Tell them lames you were sent by me It's Jet Life over here partner And plus nobody I know got popped in New Orleans where I be Smokin' pot with your hoes Avoiding pot holes on these streets Andretti! [Hook]