[Intro: Larry June]
And bitch, don’t check me
Check that mofuckin’ back tooth, you know I’m sayin’?
Numbers, OPM
Check, JetLife
La música de Harry Fraud
I’ma just go right here, TFM
[Verse 1: Larry June]
We lost years in the game ‘cause the money was good (Money was good)
To make ten thousand was so humblin’ to us (Numbers)
Had to make it happen, you know the streets is cold (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You crackin’ under pressure, me? I won’t fold (I won’t fold)
I move how I move, I know niggas is watchin’ (I know niggas is watchin’)
I fuck with rich niggas, we got somethin’ in common (Good job)
I’m lookin’ at the prices of gold, nigga, I’m cold (What’s hannin’?)
You niggas ain’t really gettin’ money, you niggas’ hidin’ (Numbers)
Forty millimeter Rolex, I’m real playa with it
But don’t get it confused, lil nigga, I’m havin’ tokens (I’m havin’)
I don’t even sleep no more, I just be coastin’ (Coastin’)
I can be ten deep, man, the game wide open
Hoes still choosin’, ‘cause these niggas’ still game goofy
You hear it in my voice, I been through it, this is pain music (Damn)
Sittin’ in my house, countin’ racks, thinkin’ real estate (For real)
Didn’t leave the house all day but made $20K
Man, I swear this beat so smooth, I could sing to it (For real)
If you really at it for real, then this your theme music
Fuck a middleman, we straight to the baggage claim (Claim)
I’m all in Honolulu, sippin’ mojitos with Dame (What’s hannin’?)
You gotta go hard no matter what, stop complainin’ (For real)
Born in ’91 but the whip ‘88
Goin’ through these motions (Motions), nigga, I’m the coldest (Coldest)
Days I was hopeless (Hopeless), nights on them sofas (Numbers)
Made me a monster (Monster), I came with a method (Method)
I move with intention, I’m out eatin’ pasta (Good job)
You hold the bitch hostage (Hostage), I break the bitch pockets (Pockets)
And I don’t even expect you weird niggas to like this shit (Keep goin’, Larry)
I’m Rolls Royce shoppin’ (Shoppin’)
I land in the A and hit Sean, now a nigga Rolls Royce ridin’ (What’s hannin’?)
Rose-gold watch, black face, kinda stylish (Stylish)
TFM the label, everything else childish
I could stunt on you niggas, but I’ma keep it modest (Modest)
I’m Downtown L.A. gettin’ Cuban links polished (Polished)
I rap sometimes, but I’m usually kickin’ knowledge (Man)
I don’t do the small talk, baby, sock it to my pockets (Numbers)
And bitch, don’t check me
Check that mofuckin’ back tooth, you know I’m sayin’?
Numbers, OPM
Check, JetLife
La música de Harry Fraud
I’ma just go right here, TFM
[Verse 1: Larry June]
We lost years in the game ‘cause the money was good (Money was good)
To make ten thousand was so humblin’ to us (Numbers)
Had to make it happen, you know the streets is cold (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You crackin’ under pressure, me? I won’t fold (I won’t fold)
I move how I move, I know niggas is watchin’ (I know niggas is watchin’)
I fuck with rich niggas, we got somethin’ in common (Good job)
I’m lookin’ at the prices of gold, nigga, I’m cold (What’s hannin’?)
You niggas ain’t really gettin’ money, you niggas’ hidin’ (Numbers)
Forty millimeter Rolex, I’m real playa with it
But don’t get it confused, lil nigga, I’m havin’ tokens (I’m havin’)
I don’t even sleep no more, I just be coastin’ (Coastin’)
I can be ten deep, man, the game wide open
Hoes still choosin’, ‘cause these niggas’ still game goofy
You hear it in my voice, I been through it, this is pain music (Damn)
Sittin’ in my house, countin’ racks, thinkin’ real estate (For real)
Didn’t leave the house all day but made $20K
Man, I swear this beat so smooth, I could sing to it (For real)
If you really at it for real, then this your theme music
Fuck a middleman, we straight to the baggage claim (Claim)
I’m all in Honolulu, sippin’ mojitos with Dame (What’s hannin’?)
You gotta go hard no matter what, stop complainin’ (For real)
Born in ’91 but the whip ‘88
Goin’ through these motions (Motions), nigga, I’m the coldest (Coldest)
Days I was hopeless (Hopeless), nights on them sofas (Numbers)
Made me a monster (Monster), I came with a method (Method)
I move with intention, I’m out eatin’ pasta (Good job)
You hold the bitch hostage (Hostage), I break the bitch pockets (Pockets)
And I don’t even expect you weird niggas to like this shit (Keep goin’, Larry)
I’m Rolls Royce shoppin’ (Shoppin’)
I land in the A and hit Sean, now a nigga Rolls Royce ridin’ (What’s hannin’?)
Rose-gold watch, black face, kinda stylish (Stylish)
TFM the label, everything else childish
I could stunt on you niggas, but I’ma keep it modest (Modest)
I’m Downtown L.A. gettin’ Cuban links polished (Polished)
I rap sometimes, but I’m usually kickin’ knowledge (Man)
I don’t do the small talk, baby, sock it to my pockets (Numbers)
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