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Larry June & Harry Fraud - Sunday Morning Drive Ft. Curren$y & Dom Kennedy [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Larry June
Larry June
Vocals
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Programming
Curren$y
Curren$y
Vocals
DOM KENNEDY
DOM KENNEDY
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Composer
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
Dominic Hunn
Dominic Hunn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Todd Cooper
Todd Cooper
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
And bitch, don't check me
Check that muhfuckin' 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]
We lost years in the game 'cause the money was good
To make ten thousand was so humblin' to us (Numbers)
Had to make it happen, you know the streets is cold (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
You crackin' under pressure, me? I won't fold
I move how I move, I know **** is watchin'
I fuck with rich ****, we got somethin' in common (Good job)
I'm lookin' at the prices of gold, ****, I'm cold (What's hannin'?)
You **** ain't really gettin' money, you ****' hidin' (Numbers)
Forty millimeter Rolex, I'm real playa with it
But don't get it confused, lil ****, I'm havin' tokens
I don't even sleep no more, I just be coastin'
I can be ten deep, man, the game wide open
Hoes still choosin' 'cause these ****' 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
[Verse 2]
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
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, ****, I'm the coldest
Days I was hopeless, nights on them sofas
Made me a monster, I came with a method
I move with intention, I'm out eatin' pasta (Good job)
You hold the bitch hostage, I break the bitch pockets
And I don't even expect you weird **** to like this shit (Keep goin', Larry)
I'm Rolls Royce shoppin'
I land in the A and hit Sean, now a **** Rolls Royce ridin' (What's hannin'?)
Rose-gold watch, black face, kinda stylish
TFM the label, everything else childish
I could stunt on you ****, but I'ma keep it modest
I'm Downtown L.A. gettin' Cuban links 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)
[Verse 3]
Sterlin' silver servin' tray, she had the duck
I had the slice of cheesecake, Pellegrino Limonata for the chase
Girl, you bad as fuck, and you was worth the wait
Could've had it on the first date, but where's the fun in that?
She got desperate for my attention, so she brought me scratch
I played the online lookbook, I ordered this and that
Ordered my son some baby Chucks, some little fitted hats
Gifts from your player dad, I made your moms mad
This love affair I have with the grind'll forever last
My reputation, my presentation is first-class
You so pressed with that Southwest boardin' pass
I'm stretched out on the beach chair with a cold glass
I bought new diamonds with my old cash
Stocks are a natural resource in case the dollar crash
Yeah, yeah
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah
Check this shit out, aye
[Verse 4]
All I ever wanted was an AMG (Woo)
I did everything except for make a beat (Uh-huh)
Clicquot still spillin', I got plenty hundreds (Yeah)
No monthly payments, I ain't leasin' nothin'
Listen to me, baby, you could learn somethin'
Maybe earn somethin'
Larry June's favorite word is "numbers" (Yeah, numbers)
I been doin' this thirty-five summers
Still on the come up every time the sun up (Yeah)
I'm not on the hype, I'm thinkin' cash
My bars and my word is all I have, yeah (Yeah)
I ain't breakin' 'em for nobody, uh
Baby, you could be my co-pilot (Mmm)
Skirt so tight with all that ass
I can't help but look, I'm takin' chances (Yeah)
Three bedrooms, this ain't a mansion
All my girls fine, and I ain't cappin', yeah (No)
You **** just rappin'
I tell the truth, and you **** just rappin', yeah (Yeah)
You **** just rappin'
[Outro]
La música de Harry Fraud
Written by: Dominic Hunn, Larry Eugene Hendricks, Rory William Quigley, Shante Franklin

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