Larry June, Curren$y - 5.0 Chronicles lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June, Curren$y - 5.0 Chronicles lyrics]
Hop in my 50 toss on something smooth
Plottin' on a bigger move
Real Estate in the hills
Came with a master plan
Went home and switched whips
30 day run in my under touch fifty quick
Figured I'd send the bitch
Fucked around and made a star
Top notch clientele 3k for every call
We don't glamorize the game we
Tryin to do better still spendin five G's on
These cashmere sweaters
You niggas was cupcaking
We was playing Costa Mesa
At the Cheesecake Factory
Tip thе valet, pull off in somethin special
Sеcret location, doin push-ups and swimming
Six figure credit line just
To bill the corporation take heed my nigga
This a different conversation
A lotta shit changed
Way more crazy, but I maintained 50 swang
Gas in my jar, gas in my car
My mama prayed hard cause her son a star
Automatic start, range hella far
Pull up to what used to be my lil broad
Backslidin every 90
She still cool so we like close friends
So much in common smokin' and countin'
Tossin' gold coins in the water fountain
Making wishes on em' pullin' Impalas out em'
Couple foreigns I got em'
Holdin' somethin about em'
I often talk about em'
Over beats that's knockin'
They legs tired from clout chasin'
Eyes sore from pocket watchin'
My flow amazing all this holy
Water around me girl
You better thank the lord you found me
Plottin' on a bigger move
Real Estate in the hills
Came with a master plan
Went home and switched whips
30 day run in my under touch fifty quick
Figured I'd send the bitch
Fucked around and made a star
Top notch clientele 3k for every call
We don't glamorize the game we
Tryin to do better still spendin five G's on
These cashmere sweaters
You niggas was cupcaking
We was playing Costa Mesa
At the Cheesecake Factory
Tip thе valet, pull off in somethin special
Sеcret location, doin push-ups and swimming
Six figure credit line just
To bill the corporation take heed my nigga
This a different conversation
A lotta shit changed
Way more crazy, but I maintained 50 swang
Gas in my jar, gas in my car
My mama prayed hard cause her son a star
Automatic start, range hella far
Pull up to what used to be my lil broad
Backslidin every 90
She still cool so we like close friends
So much in common smokin' and countin'
Tossin' gold coins in the water fountain
Making wishes on em' pullin' Impalas out em'
Couple foreigns I got em'
Holdin' somethin about em'
I often talk about em'
Over beats that's knockin'
They legs tired from clout chasin'
Eyes sore from pocket watchin'
My flow amazing all this holy
Water around me girl
You better thank the lord you found me