Morning Calculations Larry June

[Intro]
Oh, ayy-ayy-ayy
Damn
(La música de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1]
When you really gotta goal, you gotta stick to it
I wake up early in the morning and grab my calculator (Numbers)
More M's in my bank, got a ring to it
I can't trip of what you think, 'cause you been a hater
I'm in the SF90, place: Montana
Still active, run upon this coupe, then FN clapping (Ayy-ayy)
I re-up, then I cop again, so don't trip, I'm 'bout to drop again (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
You won't get it 'less you know what you want
I hit the blunt, and then I hop in the Ghost
Get to writting my goals
All that fake shit getting exposed
You gotta sacrifice some time with your lady to get some dough
Eighty nights on the road, ninety-somethin' for the Rolls
Hunnid-somethin' for the platinum and that's when I'm casual (Casual)
Shit, so I ain't trippin' off shit
'Cause first they love you, thеn they hate you, then thеy love you again (Love you again)

[Interlude]
(Uh, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
And I need all hundreds, you can keep all them twenties and shit