Текст песни
Intro (Larry June)
And bitch dont check me check that motherfucking back tooth you know what i'm saying
Numbers
OPM jet life
Verse 1 (Larry June)
We lost years in the game cause the money was good
To make 10,000 was so humbling to us
Had to make it happen you know the streets is cold
Ain't cracking under pressure me I won't fold
I move how I move I know niggas is watching
I fuck with rich niggas we got something in common
Looking at the prices of gold nigga I'm cold
You niggas aint really getting money you niggas hiding
40 MM Rolex I'm real player with it
Dont have it confused little nigga I'm having tokens
I don't even sleep no more I just be coasting
I could be 10 deep man the game wide open
Hoes still choosing cause these niggas still game goofy
You hear my voice I been thru it this is pain music
I'm in my house counting racks thinking real estate
Didn't leave the house all day but made 20K
Man I swear this beat so smooth I could sing to it
If you really at it for real than this your theme music
Fuck a middle man we straight to the baggage claim
I'm all in Honolulu sipping mojitos with Dame
You gotta go hard no matter what stop complaining
Born in 91 but the whip 88
Going thru these motions, nigga I'm the coldest
There were days I was hopeless
Nights on the sofa
Made me a monster
I came with a method
I move with intention
I'm out eating pasta
You hold the bitch hostage
I break the bitch pockets
And I dont evn expect you weird niggas to like this shit
Im rolls royce shopping
I land in the Aand hit Shine, now a nigga rolls royce ridin'
Rose gold watch black face kind of stylish
TFM the label everything else childish
I could stunt on you niggas but im'a keep it modest
I'm Downtown LA getting cuban links polished
Rap sometimes but I'm usually kicking knowledge