This Uncle Herm
Completely, fearlessly, unapologetically authentic
If you constantly scrolling on social media
And your attitude start to change from positive to negative
Stop scrolling for a while
Successful individuals say no to what don't work for them or make sense to them
You a moron, a peon who needs to move on
You stay home all day playing Call of Duty
But in reality, you don't answer the call to handle the duty
Larry June certified, qualified to bring you satisfaction and a whole lot of action
It was my nephew who dusted me off and boosted me into another decade
Of musical hip-hop longevity
Let your vision power your decision
Yes, Lord
Good job, Larry
Yup, yup
That's him
Numbers
Yee-hee
Larry June - Doing It For Me Album Lyrics
Larry June - Doing It For Me Lyrics
Writer: Larry Eugene Hendricks III, Jacob Brian Dutton
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Magnum P.I.
Hop out that motherf*cking 'Rari looking like Magnum, P.I., nigga
Sippin' a jasmine tea
Bitch, don't motherf*cking play with me (Ayy)
Ni-ni-nigga, you know what's good
Bitch-bitch, you know what's good
Ni-nigga, you know what's good
Bitch-bitch, you know what's good
Ni-nigga, you know what's good (Uh)
Bitch-bitch, you know what's good (Yeah)
Ni-nigga, you know what's good
Bitch-bitch, you know what's good (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
Forty Gs for some furniture I keep outside (Keep outside)
Stopped by the shade store, then I cleaned my ride (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
Take that shit off the seat, she know they bippin' and shit (Bippin' and shit)
I never posted this one, so they don't know it's my whip (They don't know it's my whip)
I'm all on FaceTime with her, I'm kinda feelin' this bitch (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
Love how the bitch talk, it's so appealin' and shit (So appealin' and shit)
You heart broke, constant-plating 'bout killin' the bitch (Ay)
I free that, free that, bounce back (Damn) in the 6 (Good job)
2017 I was spending that on rims (That on rims)
And you ain't gotta like me, it's some bitches that will (Ooh)
You can talk on YouTube, but I'm making these mills (Yeah)
My crib so ducked off, I can bike when I feel (Feel, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
[Interlude]
And I really be sparing you niggas, man (Shit, shit)
Pull up in that 992 on your ass (Damn)
And your bitch gon' know what the f*ck going on (Shit, good job)
Ask her that
Nigga, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Bi-bi-bitch, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Ni-nigga, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Bitch, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Nigga, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Bi-bi-bitch, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Ni-nigga, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Bitch, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Forty Gs for some funny shit I keep outside (Keep outside)
Stopped by the shade store, then I cleaned my ride (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
Take that shit off the seat, she know they bippin' and shit (Bippin' and shit)
I never posted this one, so they don't know it's my whip (They don't know it's my whip)
Sippin' a jasmine tea
Bitch, don't motherf*cking play with me (Ayy)
Ni-ni-nigga, you know what's good
Bitch-bitch, you know what's good
Ni-nigga, you know what's good
Bitch-bitch, you know what's good
Ni-nigga, you know what's good (Uh)
Bitch-bitch, you know what's good (Yeah)
Ni-nigga, you know what's good
Bitch-bitch, you know what's good (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
Forty Gs for some furniture I keep outside (Keep outside)
Stopped by the shade store, then I cleaned my ride (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
Take that shit off the seat, she know they bippin' and shit (Bippin' and shit)
I never posted this one, so they don't know it's my whip (They don't know it's my whip)
I'm all on FaceTime with her, I'm kinda feelin' this bitch (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
Love how the bitch talk, it's so appealin' and shit (So appealin' and shit)
You heart broke, constant-plating 'bout killin' the bitch (Ay)
I free that, free that, bounce back (Damn) in the 6 (Good job)
2017 I was spending that on rims (That on rims)
And you ain't gotta like me, it's some bitches that will (Ooh)
You can talk on YouTube, but I'm making these mills (Yeah)
My crib so ducked off, I can bike when I feel (Feel, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
[Interlude]
And I really be sparing you niggas, man (Shit, shit)
Pull up in that 992 on your ass (Damn)
And your bitch gon' know what the f*ck going on (Shit, good job)
Ask her that
Nigga, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Bi-bi-bitch, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Ni-nigga, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Bitch, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Nigga, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Bi-bi-bitch, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Ni-nigga, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Bitch, you know what's good (Yee-hee)
Forty Gs for some funny shit I keep outside (Keep outside)
Stopped by the shade store, then I cleaned my ride (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
Take that shit off the seat, she know they bippin' and shit (Bippin' and shit)
I never posted this one, so they don't know it's my whip (They don't know it's my whip)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Morning Calculations
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Damn
La musica de Harry Fraud
When you really got a goal, you gotta stick to it
I wake up early in the morning and grab my calculator
More M's in my bank got a ring to it
I can't trip off what you think 'cause you been a hater
I'm in the SF 90, plates Montana
Still active, run up on this coupe, then FN clapping
I re-up, then I cop again
So don't trip, I'm 'bout to drop again
You won't get it 'less you know what you want
I hit the blunt, and then I hop in the Ghost, get to writing my goals
All that fake shit getting exposed
You gotta sacrifice some time with your lady to get some dough
80 nights on the roads, 90 something for the Rolls
Hunnid something for the platinum, and that's when I'm casual
Shh, so I ain't trippin' off shit
'Cause first they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again
Uh, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
And I need all hundreds
You can keep all them twenties and shit
I'm a whole 'nother beast when it come to this shit
Pulled up sippin' a juice while I'm clutchin' a stick
And one thing I don't do is ask niggas for shit
I'm a grown ass man, I pass niggas and shit
I got so much options, man, it's hard to pick
So don't check me, little nigga, check that bitch
Walked out the dope game, still had nine zips
Them bright lights in Las Vegas made it hard to quit
Same nigga from the block, I just happen to rap
We ain't never have a job, we was having a trap
Nigga know how I rock and nigga know you a cat
Ship a hundred on ground and put a navi on that
When you crossin' state lines, man, you gotta be cool
But real talk, if they on you, then somebody was rattin'
Don't be callin' my phone askin' me what happened
Ever since a young nigga, I ran it up with a passion
Damn
La musica de Harry Fraud
When you really got a goal, you gotta stick to it
I wake up early in the morning and grab my calculator
More M's in my bank got a ring to it
I can't trip off what you think 'cause you been a hater
I'm in the SF 90, plates Montana
Still active, run up on this coupe, then FN clapping
I re-up, then I cop again
So don't trip, I'm 'bout to drop again
You won't get it 'less you know what you want
I hit the blunt, and then I hop in the Ghost, get to writing my goals
All that fake shit getting exposed
You gotta sacrifice some time with your lady to get some dough
80 nights on the roads, 90 something for the Rolls
Hunnid something for the platinum, and that's when I'm casual
Shh, so I ain't trippin' off shit
'Cause first they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again
Uh, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
And I need all hundreds
You can keep all them twenties and shit
I'm a whole 'nother beast when it come to this shit
Pulled up sippin' a juice while I'm clutchin' a stick
And one thing I don't do is ask niggas for shit
I'm a grown ass man, I pass niggas and shit
I got so much options, man, it's hard to pick
So don't check me, little nigga, check that bitch
Walked out the dope game, still had nine zips
Them bright lights in Las Vegas made it hard to quit
Same nigga from the block, I just happen to rap
We ain't never have a job, we was having a trap
Nigga know how I rock and nigga know you a cat
Ship a hundred on ground and put a navi on that
When you crossin' state lines, man, you gotta be cool
But real talk, if they on you, then somebody was rattin'
Don't be callin' my phone askin' me what happened
Ever since a young nigga, I ran it up with a passion
Writer: Larry Eugene Hendricks III, Rory William Quigley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
A Little While
Soon as I seen her, I knew I had to have her
But I was fresh out a situation, I was tryna take it real slow
So I hit her like this
What's up baby girl? How you doing, I'm Larry
You sure look good to me
I think we should rewind that
I wanna give you all my love
But only for a little while
Love you, show you, hold you
But we can't fall in love
Adore you, spoil you, never control you
But we can't fall in love
Yeah, I tried that, but she too fine
She my summer time and my winter time
I know you on some grown shit
You can do it, you can do it on your own shit
Two seater, a black coupe, so baby, pack light
Me and you against the world, but only for the night
Bright lights, nice dinners, sometimes I never hit
Sometimes I just need a girl that I can vibe with
Don't trip, I did that, I got the reservation
Driver parked outside and he got the location
Make sure you get home safe, then we can talk later
I f*ck with your vibe, I want to get to know you a little more, holla at me
You sure look good to me
I think we should rewind that
I wanna give you all my love
But only for a little while
Love you, show you, hold you
But we can't fall in love
Adore you, spoil you, never control you
But we can't fall in love
Man, this love shit crazy, it'll play with your mind
Sometimes I still feel alone when you right by my side
Is my mind playing tricks on me? I don't know
But for you, baby girl, it ain't a place I won't go
When we first started talking, it was easy and shit
Finally found somebody I like, I was thankful and shit
Sometimes you get so lonely, you forget what you need
But everything got a purpose and I'm thankful for it
I got to get off my ass, look in the mirror, I'm him
I got to stop complaining, I got to get to these M's
You know I got you forreal and I ain't never gonna change
But before I let you go, baby girl, what's your name?
You sure look good to me
I think we should rewind that
I wanna give you all my love
But only for a little while
Love you, show you, hold you
But we can't fall in love
Adore you, spoil you, never control you
But we can't fall in love
This time around, man, I'm doing it for me
This time around, we coming for everything
This time around, man, I'm doing it for me
This time around, we coming for everything
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
But I was fresh out a situation, I was tryna take it real slow
So I hit her like this
What's up baby girl? How you doing, I'm Larry
You sure look good to me
I think we should rewind that
I wanna give you all my love
But only for a little while
Love you, show you, hold you
But we can't fall in love
Adore you, spoil you, never control you
But we can't fall in love
Yeah, I tried that, but she too fine
She my summer time and my winter time
I know you on some grown shit
You can do it, you can do it on your own shit
Two seater, a black coupe, so baby, pack light
Me and you against the world, but only for the night
Bright lights, nice dinners, sometimes I never hit
Sometimes I just need a girl that I can vibe with
Don't trip, I did that, I got the reservation
Driver parked outside and he got the location
Make sure you get home safe, then we can talk later
I f*ck with your vibe, I want to get to know you a little more, holla at me
You sure look good to me
I think we should rewind that
I wanna give you all my love
But only for a little while
Love you, show you, hold you
But we can't fall in love
Adore you, spoil you, never control you
But we can't fall in love
Man, this love shit crazy, it'll play with your mind
Sometimes I still feel alone when you right by my side
Is my mind playing tricks on me? I don't know
But for you, baby girl, it ain't a place I won't go
When we first started talking, it was easy and shit
Finally found somebody I like, I was thankful and shit
Sometimes you get so lonely, you forget what you need
But everything got a purpose and I'm thankful for it
I got to get off my ass, look in the mirror, I'm him
I got to stop complaining, I got to get to these M's
You know I got you forreal and I ain't never gonna change
But before I let you go, baby girl, what's your name?
You sure look good to me
I think we should rewind that
I wanna give you all my love
But only for a little while
Love you, show you, hold you
But we can't fall in love
Adore you, spoil you, never control you
But we can't fall in love
This time around, man, I'm doing it for me
This time around, we coming for everything
This time around, man, I'm doing it for me
This time around, we coming for everything
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Writer: Larry Eugene Hendricks III, Jacob Brian Dutton, Khalil Abdul-Rahman
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stinson Beach
It's a nice ass day
And I ain't lettin' nobody f*ck my shit up
'Bout to make me a little bit of tea
Hop in my old school and drive straight to Stinson Beach
Putting on some smooth shit
But then a song came on, some real cool shit
And it went something like this
Turn this up a little bit
I know there's things in life that you just can't change
But when I'm not with you, baby girl, I don't feel the same
Hard to see the things that's real in a place so fake
You never know, you never know, her heart might change
But she never want to let me go
Now, don't get me wrong
When a woman's fed up, she's gone
But it's always that one
That you just can't let go
But she never want to let me go
I done said everything in the book, and
Told her what I needed and what I didn't want
And what I wanted out of her, and she just stayed, and
And held it down for me
But she never want to let me go
Everytime I want to leave, I get stuck and stay
'Cause my love for you, baby girl, would never change
Knowing I'm in love with you, but I get afraid
You never know, you never know, she might not stay
But she never want to let me go
But she never want to let me go
Finally on my way back home
It was a nice ass day, man
Baby girl, like, where we goin'?
Said, don't trip, just fasten your seatbelt
But she never want to let me go
Stop by the crib real quick, yahmean?
Chill, watch a lil' movie, get you back to the crib around like ten
And I ain't lettin' nobody f*ck my shit up
'Bout to make me a little bit of tea
Hop in my old school and drive straight to Stinson Beach
Putting on some smooth shit
But then a song came on, some real cool shit
And it went something like this
Turn this up a little bit
I know there's things in life that you just can't change
But when I'm not with you, baby girl, I don't feel the same
Hard to see the things that's real in a place so fake
You never know, you never know, her heart might change
But she never want to let me go
Now, don't get me wrong
When a woman's fed up, she's gone
But it's always that one
That you just can't let go
But she never want to let me go
I done said everything in the book, and
Told her what I needed and what I didn't want
And what I wanted out of her, and she just stayed, and
And held it down for me
But she never want to let me go
Everytime I want to leave, I get stuck and stay
'Cause my love for you, baby girl, would never change
Knowing I'm in love with you, but I get afraid
You never know, you never know, she might not stay
But she never want to let me go
But she never want to let me go
Finally on my way back home
It was a nice ass day, man
Baby girl, like, where we goin'?
Said, don't trip, just fasten your seatbelt
But she never want to let me go
Stop by the crib real quick, yahmean?
Chill, watch a lil' movie, get you back to the crib around like ten
Writer: Larry Eugene Hendricks III, Shimon Nolfo, Todd Michael Cooper
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Real Talk, Pt. 2
24s on the scrape, nigga, real talk
Either way I make it shake, nigga, real talk
Got surveillance in the safe, nigga, real talk
Another hundred on the way, nigga, real talk
Bass knocking on the hog, nigga, real talk
All a nigga know is ball, nigga, real talk
Counting hundreds while I dance, nigga, real talk
And that ho know I'm the man, nigga, real talk
Popping hella rubber bands, nigga, real talk
And I don't even need a feature, nigga, real talk
On my way to get some money, nigga, real talk
And my new bitch a dime, she a real star
Three spots in the Bay, nigga, real talk
Don't put nothin' past a bitch, nigga, real talk
I be always by myself, nigga, real talk
But I'm never by myself, nigga, real talk
Trappin' out the Travel Lodge, nigga, real talk
Need a milly every week, boy, that's real guap
You got hoes, I got hoes, yeah, we both thots
Kinda feel like Rambo, yeah, these both Glocks
Ay, f*ck your opinion, nigga, real talk
You ain't even touching chicken, nigga, real talk
You ain't even got a spot, nigga, real talk
Word around I'm doing numbers and it's real talk
24s on the scrape, nigga, real talk
Either way I make it shake, nigga, real talk
Got surveillance in the safe, nigga, real talk
Another hundred on the way, nigga, real talk
Bass knocking on the hog, nigga, real talk
All a nigga know is ball, nigga, real talk
Counting hundreds while I dance, nigga, real talk
And that ho know I'm the man, nigga, real talk
Nigga, I'm riding, nigga, I'm riding
Nigga, I'm dipping, nigga, I'm dipping
Nigga, I'm swerving, nigga, I'm swerving
Nigga, I'm swerving, nigga, I'm swerving
Nigga, I'm riding, nigga, I'm riding
Nigga, I'm dipping, nigga, I'm dipping
Nigga, I'm swerving, nigga, I'm swerving
Nigga, I'm swerving, nigga, I'm swerving
24s on the scrape, nigga, real talk
Either way I make it shake, nigga, real talk
Got surveillance in the safe, nigga, real talk
Another hundred on the way, nigga, real talk
Bass knocking on the hog, nigga, real talk
All a nigga know is ball, nigga, real talk
Counting hundreds while I dance, nigga, real talk
And that ho know I'm the man, nigga, real talk
Either way I make it shake, nigga, real talk
Got surveillance in the safe, nigga, real talk
Another hundred on the way, nigga, real talk
Bass knocking on the hog, nigga, real talk
All a nigga know is ball, nigga, real talk
Counting hundreds while I dance, nigga, real talk
And that ho know I'm the man, nigga, real talk
Popping hella rubber bands, nigga, real talk
And I don't even need a feature, nigga, real talk
On my way to get some money, nigga, real talk
And my new bitch a dime, she a real star
Three spots in the Bay, nigga, real talk
Don't put nothin' past a bitch, nigga, real talk
I be always by myself, nigga, real talk
But I'm never by myself, nigga, real talk
Trappin' out the Travel Lodge, nigga, real talk
Need a milly every week, boy, that's real guap
You got hoes, I got hoes, yeah, we both thots
Kinda feel like Rambo, yeah, these both Glocks
Ay, f*ck your opinion, nigga, real talk
You ain't even touching chicken, nigga, real talk
You ain't even got a spot, nigga, real talk
Word around I'm doing numbers and it's real talk
24s on the scrape, nigga, real talk
Either way I make it shake, nigga, real talk
Got surveillance in the safe, nigga, real talk
Another hundred on the way, nigga, real talk
Bass knocking on the hog, nigga, real talk
All a nigga know is ball, nigga, real talk
Counting hundreds while I dance, nigga, real talk
And that ho know I'm the man, nigga, real talk
Nigga, I'm riding, nigga, I'm riding
Nigga, I'm dipping, nigga, I'm dipping
Nigga, I'm swerving, nigga, I'm swerving
Nigga, I'm swerving, nigga, I'm swerving
Nigga, I'm riding, nigga, I'm riding
Nigga, I'm dipping, nigga, I'm dipping
Nigga, I'm swerving, nigga, I'm swerving
Nigga, I'm swerving, nigga, I'm swerving
24s on the scrape, nigga, real talk
Either way I make it shake, nigga, real talk
Got surveillance in the safe, nigga, real talk
Another hundred on the way, nigga, real talk
Bass knocking on the hog, nigga, real talk
All a nigga know is ball, nigga, real talk
Counting hundreds while I dance, nigga, real talk
And that ho know I'm the man, nigga, real talk
Writer: Larry Eugene Hendricks III
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Three Piece
Damn
Uh
Aye Cardo, bring them drums in
Uh
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Damn
Uh
Numbers
It's middle of the summer and these hoes is ready
My speakers is knocking, my pockets is heavy
I'm checking my phone, stopped by the 7-11
In the parking lot chilling, I'm just counting the extra
I'm sticking to my mans 'cause his price is better
I put some hammers on the fifty and I Louis my leather
My tooley Beretta, my shoelie Margiela
Fasholy I'm activated, clocking the cheddar
I'm making them mad, I Herme the bag
I sherbert the Jag', I'm Bernie the Mac
It's rules to the game, I'm glued to the paper
It's six in the morning but I touch eight
I'm in the back of the Maybach, poonded
Heading to my show like Truman
Bad bitch in the kitchen and she juicing
Put a kick on a horse, now it's moving
Three piece riding
Clocking pay-ola
Put it in my palm
Show me that you own it
Baby hella fine, I wonder if she going?
Three piece riding
Three piece riding
Three piece riding
Clocking pay-ola
Put it in my palm
Show me that you own it
Baby hella fine, I wonder if she going?
Three piece riding
Three piece riding
Three piece ride
Sliding through the point
I'm not a rapstar, bitch, it's thirty in this joint
But I don't want no smoke, I really just be cool
But them jackboys heavy, what the f*ck I'm gon' do?
I'm paranoid as f*ck, everybody got a mask
And all my nigga up, everybody got a stash
Baby girl, what's happenin'?
I'm tryna get some money, I could fly you to the Hamptons
Three-three piece ride
Light skin and chocolate, hand wops and choppers
Band for the eyes, caught 'em by surprise
My bitch rock a bob, my clip hold a lot
My whip auto-drive, I smoke and I glide
Pictures when I walk in, I be going all in
Pro, how I'm ballin'
Three-three piece ride
I get it out the trunk
Nigga speaking on me, nigga, I don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm
Three piece riding
Clocking pay-ola
Put it in my palm
Show me that you own it
Baby hella fine, I wonder if she going?
Three piece riding
Three piece riding
Three piece riding
Clocking pay-ola
Put it in my palm
Show me that you own it
Baby hella fine, I wonder if she going?
Three piece riding
Three piece riding
Three piece ride
Uh
Aye Cardo, bring them drums in
Uh
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Damn
Uh
Numbers
It's middle of the summer and these hoes is ready
My speakers is knocking, my pockets is heavy
I'm checking my phone, stopped by the 7-11
In the parking lot chilling, I'm just counting the extra
I'm sticking to my mans 'cause his price is better
I put some hammers on the fifty and I Louis my leather
My tooley Beretta, my shoelie Margiela
Fasholy I'm activated, clocking the cheddar
I'm making them mad, I Herme the bag
I sherbert the Jag', I'm Bernie the Mac
It's rules to the game, I'm glued to the paper
It's six in the morning but I touch eight
I'm in the back of the Maybach, poonded
Heading to my show like Truman
Bad bitch in the kitchen and she juicing
Put a kick on a horse, now it's moving
Three piece riding
Clocking pay-ola
Put it in my palm
Show me that you own it
Baby hella fine, I wonder if she going?
Three piece riding
Three piece riding
Three piece riding
Clocking pay-ola
Put it in my palm
Show me that you own it
Baby hella fine, I wonder if she going?
Three piece riding
Three piece riding
Three piece ride
Sliding through the point
I'm not a rapstar, bitch, it's thirty in this joint
But I don't want no smoke, I really just be cool
But them jackboys heavy, what the f*ck I'm gon' do?
I'm paranoid as f*ck, everybody got a mask
And all my nigga up, everybody got a stash
Baby girl, what's happenin'?
I'm tryna get some money, I could fly you to the Hamptons
Three-three piece ride
Light skin and chocolate, hand wops and choppers
Band for the eyes, caught 'em by surprise
My bitch rock a bob, my clip hold a lot
My whip auto-drive, I smoke and I glide
Pictures when I walk in, I be going all in
Pro, how I'm ballin'
Three-three piece ride
I get it out the trunk
Nigga speaking on me, nigga, I don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm
Three piece riding
Clocking pay-ola
Put it in my palm
Show me that you own it
Baby hella fine, I wonder if she going?
Three piece riding
Three piece riding
Three piece riding
Clocking pay-ola
Put it in my palm
Show me that you own it
Baby hella fine, I wonder if she going?
Three piece riding
Three piece riding
Three piece ride
Writer: Larry Eugene Hendricks III, Ronald LaTour
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Where I'm Going
Good job, Dame
You're doing good
Yeah, I'm riding in this coupe, but I don't know where I'm going
I got two hundred on the dash, but I don't know where I'm going
Smoking chops out the bag, but I don't know where I'm going
But I'm straight to the cash, you know where I'm going
When I dip, it's a mothaf*cking movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Old schools, new schools, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Bank roll, rubber bands, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Doors open on the scrape, it's a movie
You know where I'm going
I just move how I move, I'm on boss status
Ten Gs in my pocket, forty in the cabinet
I'm a mothaf*cking fiend, I just gotta have it
So I'm back to the trap, stacking more cabbage
Beep, beep, that's my phone selling whoopty-whops
I got whoopties for the low, bitch, add me up (Sock it to me)
Beep beep, money counter, that's another one
You gon' smell gun powder if you talking something
Getting bossed in my office like Bill Clinton
Fell alseep on the yacht, woke up wearing linen
Fell asleep on the plane, woke up to a million
Kind of thought the ho was different, nigga, I was tripping
Got macks in the kitchen like Mickey D
Got a Black bitch, snow, and a Japanese
Yeah, I know I'm lactose, but I got heavy cheese
Never handcuff a ho, let a bitch leave
Yeah, I'm riding in this coupe, but I don't know where I'm going
I got two hundred on the dash, but I don't know where I'm going
Smoking chops out the bag, but I don't know where I'm going
But I'm straight to the cash, you know where I'm going
When I dip, it's a mothaf*cking movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Old schools, new schools, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Bank roll, rubber bands, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Doors open on the scrape, it's a movie
You know where I'm going
I'm turning corners in the scrape, but I don't know where I'm going
I got this Patek on my wrist, but I don't know where I'm going
I'm 'bout to meet up with this bitch, but I don't know what we doing
Keep that whoopty on my waist 'cause I don't know where we going
Something sticky in this chop, nigga, that's what I'm blowing
Made her put it in my palm 'cause I know she going
Made her put it in my palm 'cause I know she going
Made her put it in my palm 'cause I know she going
Yeah, I'm riding in this coupe, but I don't know where I'm going
I got two hundred on the dash, but I don't know where I'm going
Smoking chops out the bag, but I don't know where I'm going
But I'm straight to the cash, you know where I'm going
When I dip, it's a mothaf*cking movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Old schools, new schools, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Bank roll, rubber bands, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Doors open on the scrape, it's a movie
You know where I'm going
Goddamn
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Good job
Damn
Aye, aye, aye, ooh
Sheesh, yee
You're doing good
Yeah, I'm riding in this coupe, but I don't know where I'm going
I got two hundred on the dash, but I don't know where I'm going
Smoking chops out the bag, but I don't know where I'm going
But I'm straight to the cash, you know where I'm going
When I dip, it's a mothaf*cking movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Old schools, new schools, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Bank roll, rubber bands, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Doors open on the scrape, it's a movie
You know where I'm going
I just move how I move, I'm on boss status
Ten Gs in my pocket, forty in the cabinet
I'm a mothaf*cking fiend, I just gotta have it
So I'm back to the trap, stacking more cabbage
Beep, beep, that's my phone selling whoopty-whops
I got whoopties for the low, bitch, add me up (Sock it to me)
Beep beep, money counter, that's another one
You gon' smell gun powder if you talking something
Getting bossed in my office like Bill Clinton
Fell alseep on the yacht, woke up wearing linen
Fell asleep on the plane, woke up to a million
Kind of thought the ho was different, nigga, I was tripping
Got macks in the kitchen like Mickey D
Got a Black bitch, snow, and a Japanese
Yeah, I know I'm lactose, but I got heavy cheese
Never handcuff a ho, let a bitch leave
Yeah, I'm riding in this coupe, but I don't know where I'm going
I got two hundred on the dash, but I don't know where I'm going
Smoking chops out the bag, but I don't know where I'm going
But I'm straight to the cash, you know where I'm going
When I dip, it's a mothaf*cking movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Old schools, new schools, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Bank roll, rubber bands, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Doors open on the scrape, it's a movie
You know where I'm going
I'm turning corners in the scrape, but I don't know where I'm going
I got this Patek on my wrist, but I don't know where I'm going
I'm 'bout to meet up with this bitch, but I don't know what we doing
Keep that whoopty on my waist 'cause I don't know where we going
Something sticky in this chop, nigga, that's what I'm blowing
Made her put it in my palm 'cause I know she going
Made her put it in my palm 'cause I know she going
Made her put it in my palm 'cause I know she going
Yeah, I'm riding in this coupe, but I don't know where I'm going
I got two hundred on the dash, but I don't know where I'm going
Smoking chops out the bag, but I don't know where I'm going
But I'm straight to the cash, you know where I'm going
When I dip, it's a mothaf*cking movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Old schools, new schools, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Bank roll, rubber bands, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Doors open on the scrape, it's a movie
You know where I'm going
Goddamn
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Good job
Damn
Aye, aye, aye, ooh
Sheesh, yee
Writer: Larry Eugene Hendricks III
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Meet Me In Napa
Shit, I want to see you too
Nah, nah, meet me somewhere, you know
Somewhere tucked off out the way, know what I mean?
Switchin' lanes on my way to Napa (on my way)
Baby drove way down from Sac' (oh)
You know my face card heavy, baby (for real)
I can't just hang out all in Sac' (you feel me?)
A couple nights at the Stanly ranch, I'm smashin' that (oh, I am)
You ain't gotta trip, I can handle that
Hittin' it from the back (back), head down, so I'm grabbin' that
Say you got a meetin' in the morning, you gotta cancel that
Hotel suite for no reason, I got hella spots (hella spots)
Boyfriend blowin' up your phone, I know he hella hot (hella hot)
I know this lifestyle go crazy, but no photo opps (no photo opps)
Sent baby girl to Macy's to grab some Polo socks (yeah)
Would've been my main girl (main girl) in another lifetime (yeah, I like that)
I was playin' games, girl (games, girl, damn)
No, you couldn't be mine (damn)
No matter how high I get (I get, play that)
I'm still lookin' up to you (that's what she told me, that's what she told me, uh)
No matter how high, high, high, oh, oh (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm still lookin' up to you (shit, damn)
That's what she told me (uh)
Yeah (shit, come on)
Really just tryna get to know you and shit
I'm still lookin' up to you (to you)
I know shit happened a lil' fast
I was really on some cool shit (yeah-yeah)
Just needed some good energy around me, know what I mean?
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, I'm still lookin' up to you)
But when I met you, I was like, "Damn, meet me in Napa"
Would've been my main girl (main girl) in another lifetime (yeah, I like that)
I was playin' games, girl (games, girl, damn)
No, you couldn't be mine (damn)
No matter how high I get (I get, play that)
I'm still lookin' up to you (that's what she told me, that's what she told me, uh)
No matter how high, high, high, oh, oh (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm still lookin' up to you (shit, damn)
That's what she told me (uh)
Yeah (shit, come on)
Oh-oh, ayy-ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Nah, nah, meet me somewhere, you know
Somewhere tucked off out the way, know what I mean?
Switchin' lanes on my way to Napa (on my way)
Baby drove way down from Sac' (oh)
You know my face card heavy, baby (for real)
I can't just hang out all in Sac' (you feel me?)
A couple nights at the Stanly ranch, I'm smashin' that (oh, I am)
You ain't gotta trip, I can handle that
Hittin' it from the back (back), head down, so I'm grabbin' that
Say you got a meetin' in the morning, you gotta cancel that
Hotel suite for no reason, I got hella spots (hella spots)
Boyfriend blowin' up your phone, I know he hella hot (hella hot)
I know this lifestyle go crazy, but no photo opps (no photo opps)
Sent baby girl to Macy's to grab some Polo socks (yeah)
Would've been my main girl (main girl) in another lifetime (yeah, I like that)
I was playin' games, girl (games, girl, damn)
No, you couldn't be mine (damn)
No matter how high I get (I get, play that)
I'm still lookin' up to you (that's what she told me, that's what she told me, uh)
No matter how high, high, high, oh, oh (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm still lookin' up to you (shit, damn)
That's what she told me (uh)
Yeah (shit, come on)
Really just tryna get to know you and shit
I'm still lookin' up to you (to you)
I know shit happened a lil' fast
I was really on some cool shit (yeah-yeah)
Just needed some good energy around me, know what I mean?
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, I'm still lookin' up to you)
But when I met you, I was like, "Damn, meet me in Napa"
Would've been my main girl (main girl) in another lifetime (yeah, I like that)
I was playin' games, girl (games, girl, damn)
No, you couldn't be mine (damn)
No matter how high I get (I get, play that)
I'm still lookin' up to you (that's what she told me, that's what she told me, uh)
No matter how high, high, high, oh, oh (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm still lookin' up to you (shit, damn)
That's what she told me (uh)
Yeah (shit, come on)
Oh-oh, ayy-ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Writer: Jeremy Branthoover, Larry Eugene Hendricks III, Shimon Nolfo, Todd Cooper
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Breakfast In Gold Coast
I just want to talk to you
I just want to talk to you
I just want to talk to you, uh
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
You my sunshine
Moonlight
Winter time
So fine
You're mine
I'm walkin', no hood in the rain, my thoughts cloudy
Still got goals on my list, I ain't stoppin'
Views of the Bay while I'm countin' up profit
Gold Coast chillin', Tokyo shoppin'
What's up, little mama? You lookin' so good
Be my sunshine, I'ma treat you like I should
Trips out the way, whole lot of game
Follow my lead, your whole life could change, sayin'
You my sunshine
Moonlight
Winter time
So fine
You're mine
You my sunshine
Moonlight
Winter time
So fine
You're mine
And you know that
I got it so bad for you
It should be me and you
We could do anything, me and you
So what it's gon' be, me and you
Me and you
Me and you
Sunshine, sunshine
Sunshine, sunshine
Sunshine, sunshine
Sunshine, sunshine
You my sunshine
Moonlight
Winter time
So fine
You're mine
And you know that
I got it so bad for you
You my sunshine
Moonlight
Winter time
So fine
You're mine
And you know that
I got it so bad for you
I just want to talk to you
I just want to talk to you, uh
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
You my sunshine
Moonlight
Winter time
So fine
You're mine
I'm walkin', no hood in the rain, my thoughts cloudy
Still got goals on my list, I ain't stoppin'
Views of the Bay while I'm countin' up profit
Gold Coast chillin', Tokyo shoppin'
What's up, little mama? You lookin' so good
Be my sunshine, I'ma treat you like I should
Trips out the way, whole lot of game
Follow my lead, your whole life could change, sayin'
You my sunshine
Moonlight
Winter time
So fine
You're mine
You my sunshine
Moonlight
Winter time
So fine
You're mine
And you know that
I got it so bad for you
It should be me and you
We could do anything, me and you
So what it's gon' be, me and you
Me and you
Me and you
Sunshine, sunshine
Sunshine, sunshine
Sunshine, sunshine
Sunshine, sunshine
You my sunshine
Moonlight
Winter time
So fine
You're mine
And you know that
I got it so bad for you
You my sunshine
Moonlight
Winter time
So fine
You're mine
And you know that
I got it so bad for you
Writer: Larry Eugene Hendricks III, Jacob Brian Dutton
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Imported Couches
Mh
They said I'm one hit away from makin' it, uh
I don't really give a f*ck about it
I just do me, I just
I just do me
Uh (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
What you gon' do when them times get hard?
What you gon' do when them checks stop coming?
That's not really a option, G with the options
Got it all chocolate, Daytona watch
But what you gon' do when them times get rough?
What you gon' do when them hoes go left?
I'm doing pilates
You knew I had a bitch, why you acting so snotty?
Took the bitch hiking, earth tone Maserati
You asking for a lot but you ain't got nothing to offer
Bitch, do you clean, do you cook, do you swallow?
'Cause all I really see is an Instagram model
F*ck I look like taking your broke-ass shopping
You don't even make music, why you at this Grammy party? (Uh)
That's why you never see me out
I be looking at the ocean on this imported couch
What's happening? (Uh)
I done watched the whole game switch
And survived every wave of it
I know God got a nigga back
I don't need you to pray for me
I know it's hard, my nigga
But you gotta keep going, my nigga, you know
Can't stop now, my nigga
Gotta make it to the top, my nigga
This time around, man, I'm doing it for me
This time around we coming for everything
Shit hit different when you got it out the streets
You can be here, then gone by next week
(Ay, bitch, hand me that bottle of water right quick)
An out call in Petaluma
A '02 Benz, rocking Nike Tech suits
Send that code word, let me know when you through
It's six in the morning had the trick doing two's
Twenty-four hours so we heading to the diner
It's not better feeling than when she sock it to my pocket
But them the old days
I'm just chilling on this imported couch getting blazed
What's happenin'? Uh
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
I done watched the whole game switch
And survived every wave of it
I know God got a nigga back
I don't need you to pray for me
I know it's hard, my nigga
But you gotta keep going, my nigga, you know
Can't stop now, my nigga
Gotta make it to the top, my nigga, uh
So I got this funny story and shit, man
Had this homie, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
He fresh out the, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, the slammer and shit
He said he needed a verse, you nah I mean
I'm like it's cool, f*cking with it
When I get some time I'ma f*ck around, you understand?
Circled back couple months
Holla at him like, "How the album go?"
Said he quit rappin' 'cause I ain't send the verse
See that's the shit I be talkin' 'bout, bruh
I done watched this whole shit switch, man
But I'ma sit on this mothaf*ckin' imported couch, man
Sip this orange juice
And, bitch, put the, bitch
Show how the dance go
Hey, babe
They said I'm one hit away from makin' it, uh
I don't really give a f*ck about it
I just do me, I just
I just do me
Uh (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
What you gon' do when them times get hard?
What you gon' do when them checks stop coming?
That's not really a option, G with the options
Got it all chocolate, Daytona watch
But what you gon' do when them times get rough?
What you gon' do when them hoes go left?
I'm doing pilates
You knew I had a bitch, why you acting so snotty?
Took the bitch hiking, earth tone Maserati
You asking for a lot but you ain't got nothing to offer
Bitch, do you clean, do you cook, do you swallow?
'Cause all I really see is an Instagram model
F*ck I look like taking your broke-ass shopping
You don't even make music, why you at this Grammy party? (Uh)
That's why you never see me out
I be looking at the ocean on this imported couch
What's happening? (Uh)
I done watched the whole game switch
And survived every wave of it
I know God got a nigga back
I don't need you to pray for me
I know it's hard, my nigga
But you gotta keep going, my nigga, you know
Can't stop now, my nigga
Gotta make it to the top, my nigga
This time around, man, I'm doing it for me
This time around we coming for everything
Shit hit different when you got it out the streets
You can be here, then gone by next week
(Ay, bitch, hand me that bottle of water right quick)
An out call in Petaluma
A '02 Benz, rocking Nike Tech suits
Send that code word, let me know when you through
It's six in the morning had the trick doing two's
Twenty-four hours so we heading to the diner
It's not better feeling than when she sock it to my pocket
But them the old days
I'm just chilling on this imported couch getting blazed
What's happenin'? Uh
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
I done watched the whole game switch
And survived every wave of it
I know God got a nigga back
I don't need you to pray for me
I know it's hard, my nigga
But you gotta keep going, my nigga, you know
Can't stop now, my nigga
Gotta make it to the top, my nigga, uh
So I got this funny story and shit, man
Had this homie, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
He fresh out the, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, the slammer and shit
He said he needed a verse, you nah I mean
I'm like it's cool, f*cking with it
When I get some time I'ma f*ck around, you understand?
Circled back couple months
Holla at him like, "How the album go?"
Said he quit rappin' 'cause I ain't send the verse
See that's the shit I be talkin' 'bout, bruh
I done watched this whole shit switch, man
But I'ma sit on this mothaf*ckin' imported couch, man
Sip this orange juice
And, bitch, put the, bitch
Show how the dance go
Hey, babe
Writer: Jose Rios, Larry Eugene Hendricks III, Ron Avant
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Cleaning My Spot (Interlude)
Picking out some rims for the coupe, I just made some tea
Thumb locked up loading the mag for the XD
Walking through my garden, set the timer for the olive trees
Recessed lights in the ground, I'm a real P
Hot water, lemon with the ginger, watching Bruce Lee
She got a couple tricks paying bills, she bring it back to me
Cleaning the crib while I blow this tree
My life like a mission on Vice City
I'm just cleaning my spot, yeah
I'm just cleaning my spot
I'm just trying to live, I'm just trying to grow
So don't bring that vibe to me
On my way to the top
Going so hard, working towards my goals
So don't bring that vibe to me
Now the crib clean, I'm sitting on my couch 'bout to take a nap
Fasting for a week, taking calls, about to make it happen
Do what you want, just don't sabotage the operation
Marble floors in my garage, probably why they hating
The sun going down, it's 7:30, I'm still counting paper
Al hit my phone, said he got a play for us in Asia
Jumped off the couch, chopped some fruit, tossed it in the fridge
I need a vacation, I might book a flight out to Malaysia, aye
I'm just cleaning my spot
I'm just cleaning my spot
I'm just trying to live, I'm just trying to grow
So don't bring that vibe to me
On my way to the top
Going so hard, working towards my goals
So don't bring that vibe to me
I'm just cleaning my spot, yeah
I'm just cleaning my spot
Thumb locked up loading the mag for the XD
Walking through my garden, set the timer for the olive trees
Recessed lights in the ground, I'm a real P
Hot water, lemon with the ginger, watching Bruce Lee
She got a couple tricks paying bills, she bring it back to me
Cleaning the crib while I blow this tree
My life like a mission on Vice City
I'm just cleaning my spot, yeah
I'm just cleaning my spot
I'm just trying to live, I'm just trying to grow
So don't bring that vibe to me
On my way to the top
Going so hard, working towards my goals
So don't bring that vibe to me
Now the crib clean, I'm sitting on my couch 'bout to take a nap
Fasting for a week, taking calls, about to make it happen
Do what you want, just don't sabotage the operation
Marble floors in my garage, probably why they hating
The sun going down, it's 7:30, I'm still counting paper
Al hit my phone, said he got a play for us in Asia
Jumped off the couch, chopped some fruit, tossed it in the fridge
I need a vacation, I might book a flight out to Malaysia, aye
I'm just cleaning my spot
I'm just cleaning my spot
I'm just trying to live, I'm just trying to grow
So don't bring that vibe to me
On my way to the top
Going so hard, working towards my goals
So don't bring that vibe to me
I'm just cleaning my spot, yeah
I'm just cleaning my spot
Writer: Larry Eugene Hendricks III, Sean House, Todd Michael Cooper, Shimon Nolfo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Like a Mack
Damn, uh (Just Cranium)
Yeah, uh (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Look, I walk like a mack
Talk like a mack (yeah)
Stack racks like a mack (uh)
Trap like a mack (good job)
Nigga, I move like a mack (sock it to me)
I groove like a mack
Nigga, I move like a mack (yeah)
I move like a mack , nigga
I be juggin' like a motherf*cker, don't ask 'bout my price
Got a DE with a scope on it and a K-wop with a knife
Gotta maintain when the price drop, gotta keep goin' when it's high
Gotta blend in when I'm doin' dirt and a hundo when I slide
I done sell dope, I done sell hoes and I made it out and I'm thrivin'
I done made so much dough off it, you would think a nigga was lyin'
Man, these hoes know how I'm rockin', man, these hoes know what I'm on
Don't approach me on no square shit
Bitch, you knowin' I had hoes
I walk like a mack, talk like a mack (a-a-a what?)
Gettin' money like a mack, send a bitch like a mack
I ball like a mack, make calls like a mack (a-a-a what?)
Nigga know what's happenin', I ball like a mack
I don't move 'less that motherf*ckin' guala on the way
Okay, cool, on my way to NYC to grab a plate
Yeah, that's racks in my city with that heater on display
Run it back in my city with that heater on display
Yeah, that's right, I just hit for another f*ckin' dub
Yeah, that's right, you a simp, you a motherf*ckin' scrub
Okay, cool, I just tossed some wheels on it and I dropped it
Okay, cool, try to reach for this chain, then I'm, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I walk like a mack, talk like a mack (a-a-a what?)
Gettin' money like a mack, send a bitch like a mack
I ball like a mack, make calls like a mack (a-a-a what?)
Nigga know what's happenin', I ball like a mack
Jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg
Jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg (like a mack)
Jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg
Jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg (like a mack)
Yeah, uh (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Look, I walk like a mack
Talk like a mack (yeah)
Stack racks like a mack (uh)
Trap like a mack (good job)
Nigga, I move like a mack (sock it to me)
I groove like a mack
Nigga, I move like a mack (yeah)
I move like a mack , nigga
I be juggin' like a motherf*cker, don't ask 'bout my price
Got a DE with a scope on it and a K-wop with a knife
Gotta maintain when the price drop, gotta keep goin' when it's high
Gotta blend in when I'm doin' dirt and a hundo when I slide
I done sell dope, I done sell hoes and I made it out and I'm thrivin'
I done made so much dough off it, you would think a nigga was lyin'
Man, these hoes know how I'm rockin', man, these hoes know what I'm on
Don't approach me on no square shit
Bitch, you knowin' I had hoes
I walk like a mack, talk like a mack (a-a-a what?)
Gettin' money like a mack, send a bitch like a mack
I ball like a mack, make calls like a mack (a-a-a what?)
Nigga know what's happenin', I ball like a mack
I don't move 'less that motherf*ckin' guala on the way
Okay, cool, on my way to NYC to grab a plate
Yeah, that's racks in my city with that heater on display
Run it back in my city with that heater on display
Yeah, that's right, I just hit for another f*ckin' dub
Yeah, that's right, you a simp, you a motherf*ckin' scrub
Okay, cool, I just tossed some wheels on it and I dropped it
Okay, cool, try to reach for this chain, then I'm, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I walk like a mack, talk like a mack (a-a-a what?)
Gettin' money like a mack, send a bitch like a mack
I ball like a mack, make calls like a mack (a-a-a what?)
Nigga know what's happenin', I ball like a mack
Jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg
Jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg (like a mack)
Jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg
Jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg (like a mack)
Writer: Larry Eugene Hendricks
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Dreams
Oh, you get off work at four?
Tired of that sucka shit, huh?
Yeah
Come f*ck with the big dogs
Yeah, yeah
I'm every square bitch dream
White tee (white tee), dope man knot, hammer on me
I'm every square bitch dream
Whip clean (whip clean), everywhere I go niggas know me (niggas know me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Conversion on the Glock (Glock) make the .40, .50 (.50)
And my fit fresh (fresh) and I'm smoking sticky (sticky)
When I'm in Seattle I'm like Ken Griffey (Griffey)
F*ck you talkin' 'bout, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
Hit licks, hit licks, break bitch, break bitch
Two hammers, two hammers, eight clips, eight clips
Three spots, three spots, eight whips, eights whips
Don't try, don't try, I get chu, I get chu
I'm every square bitch dream
White tee (white tee), dope man knot, hammer on me (hammer on me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Whip clean (whip clean), everywhere I go niggas know me (niggas know me)
I'm every square bitch dream
White tee (white tee), dope man knot, hammer on me (hammer on me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Whip clean (whip clean), everywhere I go niggas know me (niggas know me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Hold the hammer steady got a better chance to hit it
Really 'bout my fetty, play with that and I get you
Dip, dip, dip, dip tryna shake the blenders
Hip, hip, hip, hip home for the Nina
We was taught to swing
We was taught to eat
I practice what I preach
I'm dusting off my cleats
My hoes got to have it
My home is not a lease
I'm biking with this gleek
A 40-cal at least
I got global entry
My flow is so prolific
My palms steady itching
Recording in the kitchen
Pop, pop, trunk, trunk
Tippin, tippin, running, running
Bitches, bitches, love me, love me
Niggas, niggas, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
I'm every square bitch dream
White tee (white tee), dope man knot, hammer on me (hammer on me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Whip clean (whip clean), everywhere I go niggas know me (niggas know me)
I'm every square bitch dream
White tee (white tee), dope man knot, hammer on me (hammer on me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Whip clean (whip clean), everywhere I go niggas know me (niggas know me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Tired of that sucka shit, huh?
Yeah
Come f*ck with the big dogs
Yeah, yeah
I'm every square bitch dream
White tee (white tee), dope man knot, hammer on me
I'm every square bitch dream
Whip clean (whip clean), everywhere I go niggas know me (niggas know me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Conversion on the Glock (Glock) make the .40, .50 (.50)
And my fit fresh (fresh) and I'm smoking sticky (sticky)
When I'm in Seattle I'm like Ken Griffey (Griffey)
F*ck you talkin' 'bout, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
Hit licks, hit licks, break bitch, break bitch
Two hammers, two hammers, eight clips, eight clips
Three spots, three spots, eight whips, eights whips
Don't try, don't try, I get chu, I get chu
I'm every square bitch dream
White tee (white tee), dope man knot, hammer on me (hammer on me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Whip clean (whip clean), everywhere I go niggas know me (niggas know me)
I'm every square bitch dream
White tee (white tee), dope man knot, hammer on me (hammer on me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Whip clean (whip clean), everywhere I go niggas know me (niggas know me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Hold the hammer steady got a better chance to hit it
Really 'bout my fetty, play with that and I get you
Dip, dip, dip, dip tryna shake the blenders
Hip, hip, hip, hip home for the Nina
We was taught to swing
We was taught to eat
I practice what I preach
I'm dusting off my cleats
My hoes got to have it
My home is not a lease
I'm biking with this gleek
A 40-cal at least
I got global entry
My flow is so prolific
My palms steady itching
Recording in the kitchen
Pop, pop, trunk, trunk
Tippin, tippin, running, running
Bitches, bitches, love me, love me
Niggas, niggas, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
I'm every square bitch dream
White tee (white tee), dope man knot, hammer on me (hammer on me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Whip clean (whip clean), everywhere I go niggas know me (niggas know me)
I'm every square bitch dream
White tee (white tee), dope man knot, hammer on me (hammer on me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Whip clean (whip clean), everywhere I go niggas know me (niggas know me)
I'm every square bitch dream
Writer: Larry Eugene Hendricks
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Money Bag
Your own niggas will snake you for that money bag
Niggas will hate you for that money bag
Hoes will play you for that money bag
And nigga, I'm squeezing 'bout my money bag
They say, "Call me when you need some love"
But only calling when they needing somethin'
Sometimes I just want to leave or something
Need a little bit of time by myself
But I know it's better days
Knowing that it's better days
I just pray that you never change
Hoping that you never change
'Cause you all that I need, babe
All that I need, babe
Yeah, check
Your true colors showin'
You ain't never want it
He likes the lifestyle, you like the diamonds, don't you?
That money bag will change everything
That money bag will buy the wedding ring
That money bag will make a dirty nigga seem clean
And when we didn't have it, all we did was dream
Sometimes I still feel like I'm dreamin'
But I can't believe it
Your own niggas will snake you for that money bag
Niggas that hate you for that money bag
Hoes will love you for that money bag
And me, I'm squeezin' 'bout that money bag
Money bag
Ridin' 'round my city looking for one
I can't lie, I've been on one
Money bag
Would you change on me? Would you?
For that money bag
Would you wait on me? Would you?
For that money bag
I know it's better days
Knowing that it's better days
I just gotta make a change
I know it's better days
Knowing that there's better ways
Gotta take the pain away
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Cookin Soul
Hit 'em wit' it
Yeah, baby
Sock it to me
Yee hee
Shit
Yes, Lord
Aye-aye-aye, aye-aye-aye, aye-aye-aye
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Aye-aye-aye-aye
Uh
One, two, three
Yee hee
Niggas will hate you for that money bag
Hoes will play you for that money bag
And nigga, I'm squeezing 'bout my money bag
They say, "Call me when you need some love"
But only calling when they needing somethin'
Sometimes I just want to leave or something
Need a little bit of time by myself
But I know it's better days
Knowing that it's better days
I just pray that you never change
Hoping that you never change
'Cause you all that I need, babe
All that I need, babe
Yeah, check
Your true colors showin'
You ain't never want it
He likes the lifestyle, you like the diamonds, don't you?
That money bag will change everything
That money bag will buy the wedding ring
That money bag will make a dirty nigga seem clean
And when we didn't have it, all we did was dream
Sometimes I still feel like I'm dreamin'
But I can't believe it
Your own niggas will snake you for that money bag
Niggas that hate you for that money bag
Hoes will love you for that money bag
And me, I'm squeezin' 'bout that money bag
Money bag
Ridin' 'round my city looking for one
I can't lie, I've been on one
Money bag
Would you change on me? Would you?
For that money bag
Would you wait on me? Would you?
For that money bag
I know it's better days
Knowing that it's better days
I just gotta make a change
I know it's better days
Knowing that there's better ways
Gotta take the pain away
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Cookin Soul
Hit 'em wit' it
Yeah, baby
Sock it to me
Yee hee
Shit
Yes, Lord
Aye-aye-aye, aye-aye-aye, aye-aye-aye
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Aye-aye-aye-aye
Uh
One, two, three
Yee hee
Writer: Larry Eugene Hendricks III, David Garcia, Cameron Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Unlike his previous releases, Doing It for Me is a solo endeavor, and features no guest appearances. This was an intentional choice that June believes allowed him to fully express his artistic vision: While The Great Escape was a collaborative effort, Doing It for Me is all about June's solo journey, boasting rich production with the classic funk influences that have become a staple of his sound.
"I'd say the only thing that sets [this project apart from others] is me taking a little more time with it, adding more to the production,” he says. "Other than that, it's the same vibe. I talk about the same stuff, just making it better quality, adding better stitching here and there, and touches I didn't care to add in previous projects. But inspiration-wise and lyrically, it's the same.”
-billboard.com
Performed By:
Larry June"I'd say the only thing that sets [this project apart from others] is me taking a little more time with it, adding more to the production,” he says. "Other than that, it's the same vibe. I talk about the same stuff, just making it better quality, adding better stitching here and there, and touches I didn't care to add in previous projects. But inspiration-wise and lyrically, it's the same.”
-billboard.com
Genre(s): Rap
Producer(s): Harry Fraud, Cookin Soul, Jose Rios
Released: August 9th, 2024
Year: 2024