Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Larry June
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leyaris LuVert
Producer
Todd Cooper
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah (who are these ****?)
Shit (smile)
Shit be crazy as a mothafucka, baby
For real (smile)
You know this my happy place
Damn (smile)
Tryna change my ways, you know (smile)
I been feeling like this for a minute (smile)
You just can't seem to pick the right one, huh?
You get off at 5, I should come, huh?
A veggie pizza, a movie and a back rub
Why you looking like that? (smile)
You know I love that pretty face, keep doin' it, baby
You always make a **** (smile)
Even on my bad days, you forever my lady
If I fell off tomorrow, you would still love me
Traumatized by the game, so I'm still thuggin'
This money keep a **** sane but you my heart for real
I'm lowkey, I gotta move smart for real
If you see me in the club, it's a rare occasion
I rather hang out in places that can make me paper
Quick flight outta town, man it's off 11
Cook a **** somethin' healthy, I'll be home at 7
What's happenin'?
You know I love that smile
Come here
With yo sexy ass
Quit playin' with me
I don't wanna hear none of that
Take all that shit off
Yeah, I like that
Another night on the road, gotta bust another move
Shit been cool, but lowkey I been thinkin' 'bout you
You say everything smooth, but yo actions don't show it
You need a **** there 24/7, I know it
I just wanna see you (smile)
With that pretty ass face, keep doin' it baby
You still make a **** (smile)
Baby, ain't shit changed, still driving me crazy
What's happenin'?
You lookin' hella nice today
So sexy, make a **** fly a kite today
Just a Cartier bracelet, no ice today
I'm going crazy, in the lab cooking these tapes
Sometimes you just gotta (smile)
My ****, life ain't bad, we the ones that create it
Elevate, gotta boss up, it is what it is
I'm thinking one day in the future you can have my kids
I been feeling like this for a minute
Stop by the grocery store, grab something to eat
Baby at the nail shop, they just doin' her feet
Champagne complimentary, she keepin' it P
You know I love it when you (smile)
Body on fleek, got me ready to beat
Benz on E, gotta run up the street
You can pack a bag 'cause you comin' with me, for real
Quit playin'
With yo sexy ass
Know what I'm saying?
Off top
But what it really do, though?
For real
Aye-aye-aye, aye-aye-aye
Written by: Larry Eugene Hendricks, Rory William Quigley