Turkish Cotton Larry June & The Alchemist

[Intro]
Ayy, damn, uh
Yeah, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy

[Verse 1]
Man, deviated leather in this 911
Bend a corner, I'm on Hayes Street copping a windbreaker
Details, spent five hunnid for the salt shaker
Las Vegas, at the crap table bettin' Bentayga
Courtside, mackin' on a (Oh) in my Invisalign
So many whips I cannot decide, check it out
Do a couple numbers in the morning then I'm smashin' out
Havin' more money than we having clout, what's a drought?
Keep it goin'
Streets sayin' I'm the coldest out
Press a little button, it'll park itself, add me up
Got a couple hustles on the side, passive income
Can't put your eggs all in just one, ya hear me?
Yeah, you got one but not this one, ya hear me?
This about sixty G's difference, you hear me?
(I don't think you heard what I said)

[Break]
Thank you for them keys, baby
Now I gotta run some errands
But when I come back, please
Have a nigga somethin' cooked
Yes, love
You know I got you, baby
Sock it to me, uh, thank you