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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Larry June
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo Got Wings
Producer
Todd Cooper
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, check, yeah
Man, ay, ay, ay
[Verse 2]
Hit me in the morning, I got moves to make
I got six hustles, I go hard and never break
Runnin' through these Ben Franks, but it's never enough
They like, "Larry, where you been?", I been runnin' it up, you dig?
My flip game stupid, my whips is the cleanest
Today, I might rock the Rollie for no reason
Alkaline bust down when a **** sippin'
You gotta really want it, gotta be eager to get it, what's happening?
[Verse 3]
Baby, quit playin' nobody can do it better
Silk button up on this customized leather
She gon' come runnin' back to me if I let her
Two thousand dollar peacoat, no labels or nothing
Had to throw her off, picked her up in my under
Let her stay the night and I barely even touched her
Sex not everything, baby, I like money
My dick won't even get hard with no connection
[Verse 4]
Monday, Diamond District, new necklace
You got the watch, but no whip, you **** trippin'
I'm walkin' through the SLS with about fifty
Couple drinks, quick flight, we to Phoenix
Eighty-five thousand, made that in two meetings
You shoulda held it down while you could, you was sleepin'
You can call me anything, but you could never call me broke
Put this tape in the deck and get a real P's hope, what's happening?
[Verse 5]
Hit me in the morning, I got moves to make
I got six hustles, I go hard and never break
Runnin' through these Ben Franks, but it's never enough
They like, "Larry, where you been?", I been runnin' it up, you dig?
My flip game stupid, my whips is the cleanest
Today, I might rock the Rollie for no reason
Alkaline bust down when a **** sippin'
You gotta really want it, gotta be eager to get it, what's happening?
[Verse 6]
FaceTime a ****, baby, so I know it's real
I'm eatin' crab, view of the bridge, right by the crib
I like your style, what's your sign? Maybe we can chill
Hit it from the back, tell me how it feels
Look, the pussy wetter than a baby seal
My number's goin' up, I'm like, fuck a deal
Sold out shows, no agent's deal
Take my talents to the south, it's time to make a mil'
[Verse 7]
Sold out first day with the hat deal
Moms had me at fifteen, how'd I make it here?
I got a whole lot of hustle in this ambition
Since a young **** I been chasin' chicken
I love all women, but I keep it pimpin'
Touched a half a ticket in these Scottie Pippens
Crew neck, bucket hat, I just keep it simple
Rolex 36, it's a Presidential
[Verse 8]
Hit me in the morning, I got moves to make
I got six hustles, I go hard and never break
Runnin' through these Ben Franks, but it's never enough
They like, "Larry, where you been?", I been runnin' it up, you dig?
My flip game stupid, my whips is the cleanest
Today, I might rock the Rollie for no reason
Alkaline bust down when a **** sippin'
You gotta really want it, gotta be eager to get it, what's happening?
[Verse 9]
You gotta really want it, yeah, ay
You gotta really want it, want it, ay
I'm on the road for these pesos, ay, ay
I'm on the road for these pesos
Ay, ay, I'm on the road for these pesos
Written by: Larry Eugene Hendricks