The Red Carpet Larry June (Ft. Jay Worthy & LNDN DRGS)

[Intro: Larry June]
Man, uh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shit, man, huh, groovy
Sock it to me, shit
Yeehee

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
Cocaine stain on the cellophane
Open toed shoes in the rain, she still do her thang
Twenty-four hour diner with coffee, playing Coltrane
I let her hit the bag, she make the blade look like the runway
She always talking Paris, I'm like "Baby, maybe one day"
Or Spain, I would like to do it all but it’s a cold game
Smile so perfect, you would think she work for Colgate
I know it's 6 AM but for a thousand, need another day
She tired, I understand, I'm tired too, but these are the breaks
Kurtis Blow said it in the ’80s, make no mistake
Rain jacket smelling like Newports and a half a eighth
I order another coffee and vanilla piece of pound cake
Hear a purse clinging, heels clicking, make the ground shake
Driver pick us up around the corner, off of Broadway
Lady of the night, do it right, all in broad day
Hundreds falling out of every pocket in the hallway

[Chorus: Larry June]
Now, hold on sweetie
You too near me not to hear me
Looking like a basket of love
Baby, you know I want it, want it
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I like 'em lowkey, I like 'em slim thick
I love it how them Air Max match your outfit
How you doing, love? You my top pick
Let's go hiking, bitch, let's make a lot of chips