Gas Station Run

You know

Bouncin' out at the gas station and shit

Lambos and 'Raris

We can't make this shit up, y'know what mean?

Cardo, what's happening?

Into the late night, straight up

Numbers

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Fifty on three, ninety-one when I'm pumpin'

It's Friday night, and the blade is jumpin'

She put it in my hand, now I'm smokin' and I'm thumbin'

If she ain't cashin' out, then she gotta do somethin'

Bounced out, parking lot pimp, motor runnin'

Sidin' on me chunky, 'case a **** try somethin'

I don't give a fuck about your motherfuckin' politics

Get up off your ass, lil' ****, make somethin'

Money on my motherfuckin' mind when I'm slidin'

Cardo hit my phone like, "Larry, where we drivin'?"

I said, "Off top, hit the left, perfect timing"

I was in the Go club in the city, rockin' diamonds

Locked eyes with her, and I knocked fo sho

Said she just liked to dance, she don't like to hoe

I said cool, take a **** number and hit me

The next week, she was slidin' in my black six fifty

What's happenin'?

You know I'm sayin'

Money counters and shit

Doin' numbers

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye (Good job)

Late night cruisin', you know I mean?

Signed away with me too (Yes, Lord)

Aye, you know she gon' do numbers, **** (Good job)

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

I was just gon' do one verse

But fuck it, I hit this weed

I'm in LA with Snoop, Texas with bomb bitch

Screamin' R-I-P Pimp C (Pimp C)

I'm a fresh ass **** with a whole lotta game

Goyard backpack, hoppin' off the plane

If I don't do nothin', bitch, I'ma get paid

Hold on, let me wipe the dust off my shades

Movin', groovin', dippin', slidin'

What a time, but I'm gettin' head on an island

You're beautiful, gorgeous, ooh, stylin'

Back shots, hoo, wylin'

One whip, two whip, three, can't decide

Hold on, wood grain wheel when I'm ridin'

Don't check me, bitch, check that mileage

Certified mack in this mothafucka, vibin'

What's happenin'?

Touch screen toasters and shit

(Good job, Larry, you've done good)

Know that's regular and shit, know what I mean?

Told that bitch, whip it up quick, you know I mean, I got shit to do

Numbers, with yo' sexy ass

Know I love it when you do that (Good job)

Numbers

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Yeehee, Cardo

Into the late night, into the late night

Yeah, uh

What's happenin'? (Yeehee)

TFM, yeah (Yes, Lord)