Harlem (feat. Gizzle)

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King of New York

John Gotti issues

Chanel sneakers

Maserati issues

You coming to party

Bring those Bugattis with you

Let's hop on this jet and go to Marnie Crystal

But bring that silk suit from Armani with you

You can roll with money making

There's an army with you

But back in the states

On 8th when you come through

Nigga, bring a muthafuckin phone

With you I'm talking whips

I'm talking bitches

You can see the picture

You ain't gotta take the picture

Spend the money nigga

Nigga you can't take it with ya

They hatin' on ya

Cause they can't make it with ya

So they stand there and they try to fake it with ya

No rings, actin' like the Bulls and the Lakers with ya

Go ahead nigga, get some paper with ya

Forty mules and a acre with ya

MSG front row, MGM front row

All I do is get bitches, get money, want more

I'mma make it with ya, let that ciroc flow

Flow, flow, flow

Turn up, turn up, turn up

Two in the morning, flying through Harlem

I'm the flyest nigga in Harlem

I ain't got no problem with money, money's a problem

Two in the morning, flying through Harlem

I'm the flyest nigga in Harlem

I ain't got no problem with money, money's a problem

Niggas get your fam kidnapped, get you robbed

Cross me, see heaven

I'm flying down seventh in a seventh

Hear my name when you hit 111th

Cross 110th street, they make legend

A Money Making Mitch reincarnated

Money making bitches in the condo and they all naked

The room reek the reefer

Don't mind her, she's a screamer

Two nineteens are in the ether

Careful with you treatment, she needs time to get decent

I'm feeling so Mitchy, please baby, no hickies

Today's without that good

She's so bitchy

Our hearts are not here, her words are unclear

She's thumpin' down there

You about to start love trippin', you sex kitten

Ain't nobody ever had it this juicy since Biggie

I know you wanna see world, girl I'm big Billy

And I've been to cities just to eat Denny's, I'm really

Different

Are you aware that there's more than six senses?

All the bottles are empty, this clear was just kicked into

High gear

I double tap to best friend in real life nigga

Forever is what it feels like

Kobe playing with Mike