Harry Fraud - Bonus Round lyrics

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano] I used to do Old Miss Mary's niece Flood the virgin mary piece Sixth floor sh**, n***as snort sh** My money caused sh** Horse dick, curl your toes like a corn chip Mama's fried chicken, it glisten I never once in life touched a chitterling The dream that came to fruition up in the kitchen Hot air-conditioning, one hand n***as water whipping My dress code is the coldest Stretch your colon The Beethoven, paper folding, the latest clothing A player's chosen, playing oceans, no Frank Ocean Sterling chapel with the strap on it Looking like dyke p**y with the strap on it The dope is pure, I could tap on it My line, feds got the tap on it Range Rover, I'm a slave owner 8 Coronas on drink coasters, snake poachers Gator coats and suede loafers, break your focus Jealous haters break my naked sculptures [Hook: Action Bronson] On the road to riches, trying to f** all these b**hes, trying to f** all these b**hes On the road to riches, On the road to riches, trying f** all these b**hes [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Crash the lex like the bonus round And my hair stay perfect My son's chest frozen like some sherbet My mother's name engraved on the burner Daddy didn't believe I was an earner Till I showed up in the lamb with the safari window I been the sh**, you motherf**ers hardly been dope Me and money go together like bacardi and coke Drive on the right side, numb like a stroke As the sun hit my features, my dun hide the gun in the pizza Catch him while he playing FIFA Mix the chemicals in beakers with new sneakers Deuce eaters at the theater My mind been clearer since I'm drinking juice sh** it's summertime, I think I'll paint the lincoln blue I know you never thought I'd make it through Dutty Wining on my jamaican boo Wray & Nephew for the whole crew [Hook: Action Bronson](2x) On the road to riches, trying to f** all these b**hes, trying to f** all these b**hes On the road to riches, On the road to riches, trying f** all these b**hes [Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren] Yeah n***a I'm L Bought your b**h a wax, then I took a trip to Brazil Hold the gun right, keep an extra clip to refill Crossing over on pollock like we whipping the pill Gotta shake em like Shammgod, working my hand god Straight fish, barely eat food of the land god New York built me, not guilty The Lex filthy, half a bottle hennesy white, [?] trilby Still swerving, eating poached, ham and gruyère One love to my n***a pierre Doggy we here Get top from a thot, let a shot in the air Zip up, grip up, hit a spot then appear Been accused and we not in the clear We crime n***as, TEC-9 n***as, write fly rhyme n***as VVS won't peep the way my shine glitters Whole squad tatted up like Yakuza We ain't worried about getting jobs you f**ing loser Shout out to the dealer, one love to the user It's [?], peace to my calf Got workers on the strip, Lord, peace to my staff Concubine and a half of [?] while in the bath Trying to climb different levels of math, I'm trying to stash On the road to riches, trying to f** all these b**hes. I'm trying to f** all these b**hes. Uh [Outro: Big Body Bes] Yeah ma, Allow me to show you myself. I want to take you out a night on the town. Pull up in some fly sh**. My drivers name is Javier. Take you on a horse carriage ride down grand concourse. That's the night I fell in love with you. That's the same night I stole money out your purse. I mean, I'm not here to impress nobody but myself. Big f**ing body, yeah. all types of sh**. Catch me rolling down Lenox, I got rims on a fiend. What's up? I'm a man of many mistakes, Thousand-dollar s** moves. You should've been known me b**h