Meet Me On Harbor Lyrics

It's Friday morning, I'm feeling hella hella good
Cardo Got Wings
Fucking around, doing what the fuck I want
Cardo on the motherfucking beat
You know how we fucking with it
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Nigga money, nigga hoes
I got it, I got it
Nigga cars, livin' large
I got it, I got it
Can't stop, I'm going hard
I got it, I got it
This for the ones, on the job
I got it, I got it
Living life, I'm a hun'
I got it, I got it
I be up, with the sun
I got it, I got it
I think about it when I'm wakin' up (I think about it)
I gotta get this motherfucking cake up (Good job)

It's Friday morning, I went and got me a coffee
Yeah, the sun is out and these hoes is calling
Got money to make, got hoes to break
Give a fuck about a show, I got a home with an acre
Still smoking a 'Wood, I gotta stop, I'm cattin'
When I tap from the back, bitch calling me daddy
Just a Frisco nigga with a pocket of cabbage
Alpac' for the rug, twenty ball, I'm lavish
Three hun' in my pocket, 'bout to cop me some J's
I like girls with jobs and I like hoes on the blade
Hold on, sweetheart, I ain't hit it in days
You can forget a lot of shit, but don't forget that I'm paid
Dip, dip, swing, got the bike from Sway
Got the chop from Hayward, 'bout to clock some paper
I'm a grown ass man, I'ma do what it do
So don't worry 'bout me, bitch, worry 'bout you
What's happenin'?

I'ma show you how I rock
Uh, I'ma show you how I rock
Yeah, I'ma show you how I rock
Damn, I'ma show you how I rock

I'ma show you how I rock from the top of the clock
That's the top of the mornin', it's time to shake the bop
We got the city on lock, we tryna do this here worldwide
The bezel full of rocks, diamonds hittin' like, 'Oh my'
Been rockin' and clockin' dollars with or without a problem
Typical daily numbers from decimals to them commas
Ain't no time for drama, I'm too busy chasin' the chicken
Straight out the trenches, upper echelon how I'm livin'
Handlin' business, phone ringin' like a call center
Not on a losin' team, my nigga is all winners
Got sauce like Kinder's, fresh off the porch, got a pack
A nigga had to hustle and bubble then bring it back
Would you look at that? I'm clean like my shoe game
No 'Bama on the hat, matchin' with them flu games
Banana clip, fat, hangin' out that new thang
And I'm 'bout that munyon like Larry and 2 Chainz, for real

I'ma show you how I rock
I'ma show you how I rock
I'ma show you how I rock
I'ma show you how I rock

Nigga money, nigga hoes
I got it, I got it
Nigga cars, livin' large
I got it, I got it
Can't stop, I'm going hard
I got it, I got it
This for the ones, on the job
I got it, I got it
Living life, I'm a hun'
I got it, I got it
I be up, with the sun
I got it, I got it
I think about it, when I'm wakin' up (I think about it)
I gotta get this motherfuckin' cake up
Nigga, I got it