Curren$y, Larry June - Pay Scale lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Curren$y, Larry June - Pay Scale lyrics]
Eastside same shit we been doin'
Stackin' paper we used to it
Chicken Fried Rice in the back of the Phantom
My brother in the venue
Still mackin' the dancers
I'm overseeing the money
Counting the transaction
Combination safe stashing
Money addiction my passion
I got a stackin' habit, I must have it
Lust cabbage
Looking at money like it's a bad bitch
Hand full of that ass when
I smash it's a blast
In the middle of the bank having a flashback
Try to keep up with me
That Bobby and Whitney
Clyde and Bonnie, Hov and Beyonce
A hundred million dollars my fiancee
Smoke screens til' the paparazzi
Off the scene
Just when they had thought they got me
Escaped then dropped a tape
Shot the video on my estate
Medium well steaks on Versace plates
Silverware not even silver this is 14K
Watch how you act where you at and
A real playa might let you stay
Fresh home from Tokyo I'm
Thumbing through Yen
Take them Gucci's off when you
Walk in my crib
I spend like 30 bitch this ain't tens
Heated toilet seats Dom P in the fridge
Rose gold voice on a Rollie I'm him
Purified water on my way to go swim
My bitch get money bring it back to a pimp
My Japanese denim she toss ten in them
For a week I went vegan
But took the bitch fishing
Before a bitch get the dick
She gotta sign a petition
Air Max 94s, same watch as Biggie
On my way to San Jo to
Go and check this chicken what's happenin'
Nigga we don't just rap about this shit nigga
If she look she took
You know what I'm saying something slight
Aye bitch hand me that
Motherfucking money counter hoe thank you
You doing good god
Stackin' paper we used to it
Chicken Fried Rice in the back of the Phantom
My brother in the venue
Still mackin' the dancers
I'm overseeing the money
Counting the transaction
Combination safe stashing
Money addiction my passion
I got a stackin' habit, I must have it
Lust cabbage
Looking at money like it's a bad bitch
Hand full of that ass when
I smash it's a blast
In the middle of the bank having a flashback
Try to keep up with me
That Bobby and Whitney
Clyde and Bonnie, Hov and Beyonce
A hundred million dollars my fiancee
Smoke screens til' the paparazzi
Off the scene
Just when they had thought they got me
Escaped then dropped a tape
Shot the video on my estate
Medium well steaks on Versace plates
Silverware not even silver this is 14K
Watch how you act where you at and
A real playa might let you stay
Fresh home from Tokyo I'm
Thumbing through Yen
Take them Gucci's off when you
Walk in my crib
I spend like 30 bitch this ain't tens
Heated toilet seats Dom P in the fridge
Rose gold voice on a Rollie I'm him
Purified water on my way to go swim
My bitch get money bring it back to a pimp
My Japanese denim she toss ten in them
For a week I went vegan
But took the bitch fishing
Before a bitch get the dick
She gotta sign a petition
Air Max 94s, same watch as Biggie
On my way to San Jo to
Go and check this chicken what's happenin'
Nigga we don't just rap about this shit nigga
If she look she took
You know what I'm saying something slight
Aye bitch hand me that
Motherfucking money counter hoe thank you
You doing good god