Sixty-Seven Turbo Jet - Curren$y, Harry Fraud

Money in the floor case they kick in the door

Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs

The fuck you thought?

That ain’t the super sport package, the fuck you bought?

I don’t plan on bein' in a police chase

But if I do holmes I doubt that I get caught

I had some gear work done, headers, cam, exhaust

Parked outside of my fort

That’s my getaway car, easy access, top off

With the push button start, you know me dawg

Money in the floor case they kick in the door

Saran wrapped in the wall case they bring them dogs

And we can make crack like this

As long as we slang raps like this

Make that paper stack like.

Fruits of my labor

The grind major, player, investigators agitated

But this is legal paper that we makin'

Sure is dope bein' sold, and yeah we the ones sellin'

Audio ki’s, the price go down if you cop heavy

Them other fools rushin' they cook up they shit not ready

We waitin' 'til its perfect

Mix it down and then we serve it

The ones who sleepin' on it don’t deserve it

Life…