Harry Fraud - Leaving the Dock lyrics

[Verse 1] They shipping that Lam to the crib while I'm on tour When I get off of this bus it's gon' be pedal to the floor 'Fore a n***a even step foot through the door it's gon' be laps in that ho Dolo - fool I ain't got time for no b**hes But I do got a Rolex where my long sleeves ending A house on my wrist, a car on each pinky I got all of this from laughing at them lames While I'm rolling up my sticky, lightning struck again Jet Lifers, n***as always rewriting history Fools hear our verses and rewrite that sh** they scribbling b**hes see my b**hes and consider trying women I pulled up drunk, talking sh** in the lobby of my building Push the bu*ton and the elevator took it straight to the ceiling Doors open in the living room, that's penthouse pimping Yea girl I did it, I'd advise you to play your position 'Fore you see another ho in your jersey tryna score 30 Ya heard me, a n***a been focused since I said hi to 'er We higher than the Eiffel You s**as is like food. Fool, who designed you? n***a I was built to make sure this s**a sh** get kilt Homie I'm a whale, big muf**in' fish Of course you gon' see a ocean where I live Of course if I rolled it, it's top shelf hemp Of course she got them Jordans on tryna impress him Titties out when I fall in, bring the whole city out I did it for Slim