Relative

La música de Harry Fraud
Woah, Kenny

I be gettin’ money, now everybody my relative
Talkin’ bout, “It’s all love” like I don’t know what jealousy is
Extra, extra, read all about it
Walk up in the club and I’m dressed so stylish
What is this, a skating rink? ‘Cause these bitches childish
I just bought a new Beamer truck, it came with no mileage
I be stylin’, look what I’m ridin’ in
I don’t do no hidin’
Higher than a bitch that’s addicted to skydivin’
One hater, two hater, three, watch all ‘em pilin’
Walk up in the bank and I’m smilin’
Chain full of diamonds
Just hopped off a boat and I landed on an island
You too short, can’t reach my height
I hit you from a long range, damn, they sniped you
We don’t do no plain janes, everything icy
Got it on lock so that’s why they don’t like me (Um?)
Big like sumos, boss like Hugo
Ain’t no point in askin’ what it cost ‘cause you know
Number one like uno, kick your ass like judo
Dogs fuck around and bite your ass like Cujo
And you know, Rico
She does a lot of daydreaming, imagining herself as the extrovert that she is not
She goes over and over little events in her life
Reliving the successes and suffering through her failures all over again