Iced Coffee Larry June

[Intro]
Ayy, turn me up a little bit, Ty
Jake One, numbers
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Before I even met her, I knew she was my type
Blue jeans on with the gray top
I know you been through some shit, I been through shit too
You get the iced coffee, I get the green juice
And I ain't never on that lovey-dovey
But she make a nigga wanna— man, God
Two chains with the platinum Rollie
Green face on a gold Daytona, we gettin' money, yup
I like everything about you, love
But I'm never gon' press you, love, I just met you, love
And I can tell you really fuck with me
Flight out east to have lunch with you
If you ain't elevatin' what you doin', love ?
Yeah, I seen dude, but you can step it up
I'm talking luxury, house out the way, me and you
I know you got your own shit, love, I got my own, too
Let's take a walk, I know it's all cloudy and shit
But I can brighten up your day, you should be my— haha
But it's some rules, you talkin to a different type of dude
A different type of life, I'm a different type to lose