Larry June - Expensive Lemonade lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June - Expensive Lemonade lyrics]
Hold on, hold on, bitch wavMaker
Hand me that bottled water, please
Thank you sweetheart, you're doin’ good
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Uh
I got to stay ready
(yeah) , lobster in my spaghetti (yeah)
ASC McLaren, I need the '87 (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
My lil' bro play for Denver
I had to cop the jersey
We at Ruth’s Chris, filet mignon
It's me and Worthy (Worthy)
This lemonade eleven dollars, bitch
And that's for certain (For certain)
I got a bitch from Honolulu
And she a pro surfer (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm eatin' crab cakes
My pinky ring cost eleven (Good job)
Any bitch that left me
I'm pretty sure she stressin'
(Sock it to me) fuckin' with the same niggas
And the same bitches (The same bitches)
This bassline go crazy, I had to fuck with it
(Off the dribble)
Aix Max’s with the Gucci jacket
I’m doin' good (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I know that shit prolly didn’t rhyme
But it wasn't stupid (Goddamn)
Never catch me at the club, at a nigga table
(Haha) my socks cost a hunid dollars
A slight dumb investment (It's nothin')
But, I came from nothin’ (yeah)
That's probably why this lemonade
Cost seven somethin' (Good job, Larry)
Young nigga stuntin' (yeah)
You know, bitch, fuckin' with me
Shit can be different
You know I'm sayin'? I'ma buy you a bike
I'ma take you to some mufuckin' trails
And we gon' get this mufuckin' money
Last but not least
In 2016, I spent sixty on this
(Sixty on this)
Then, took my shit to San Leandro
To get my shit re-hit (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ask my nigga Stevie Mack (Damn)
He was right there with me
(Right there with me) ‘Round the same time
That nigga went and got him a 6 (Good job)
You can't do the same shit
(Uh) and expect to grow (Expect to grow)
You can't be afraid to lose
I'm takin' chances for sure (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
If I'm rich, if I'm broke, shit
You never'll know (Never'll know)
I've been stressin' a lil' bit (yeah)
Let me blow this dro (What's hannin'?)
Take a couple phone calls
Then I fold my clothes (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
If the bitch got too much baggage (Damn)
I might tuck and roll (I'm outta here)
While you sensitive ass P's put
Your hands on a ho (Goddamn)
If a bitch wanna dip
I tell that bitch she can go (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Eat some frozen yogurt, read a book
Then head to the store (Good job)
We can go do yoga, but after this
We trappin' for sure (What's hannin'?)
If I ain't in the booth
I'm prolly somewhere mackin' a ho
Ayy, bitch, hand me that lemonade, please
(Damn) thank you (Shit)
(Man, ayy, ayy, good job
Larry, damn, shit, shit, man)
WavMaker
(Man, ayy, ayy, ayy, sock it to me, damn, uh
Groovy)
Hell yeah, nigga, I spent seven for this
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
And if I get the bigger one
It's prolly eleven sun'
Off the dribble, sock it to me
Hand me that bottled water, please
Thank you sweetheart, you're doin’ good
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Uh
I got to stay ready
(yeah) , lobster in my spaghetti (yeah)
ASC McLaren, I need the '87 (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
My lil' bro play for Denver
I had to cop the jersey
We at Ruth’s Chris, filet mignon
It's me and Worthy (Worthy)
This lemonade eleven dollars, bitch
And that's for certain (For certain)
I got a bitch from Honolulu
And she a pro surfer (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm eatin' crab cakes
My pinky ring cost eleven (Good job)
Any bitch that left me
I'm pretty sure she stressin'
(Sock it to me) fuckin' with the same niggas
And the same bitches (The same bitches)
This bassline go crazy, I had to fuck with it
(Off the dribble)
Aix Max’s with the Gucci jacket
I’m doin' good (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I know that shit prolly didn’t rhyme
But it wasn't stupid (Goddamn)
Never catch me at the club, at a nigga table
(Haha) my socks cost a hunid dollars
A slight dumb investment (It's nothin')
But, I came from nothin’ (yeah)
That's probably why this lemonade
Cost seven somethin' (Good job, Larry)
Young nigga stuntin' (yeah)
You know, bitch, fuckin' with me
Shit can be different
You know I'm sayin'? I'ma buy you a bike
I'ma take you to some mufuckin' trails
And we gon' get this mufuckin' money
Last but not least
In 2016, I spent sixty on this
(Sixty on this)
Then, took my shit to San Leandro
To get my shit re-hit (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ask my nigga Stevie Mack (Damn)
He was right there with me
(Right there with me) ‘Round the same time
That nigga went and got him a 6 (Good job)
You can't do the same shit
(Uh) and expect to grow (Expect to grow)
You can't be afraid to lose
I'm takin' chances for sure (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
If I'm rich, if I'm broke, shit
You never'll know (Never'll know)
I've been stressin' a lil' bit (yeah)
Let me blow this dro (What's hannin'?)
Take a couple phone calls
Then I fold my clothes (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
If the bitch got too much baggage (Damn)
I might tuck and roll (I'm outta here)
While you sensitive ass P's put
Your hands on a ho (Goddamn)
If a bitch wanna dip
I tell that bitch she can go (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Eat some frozen yogurt, read a book
Then head to the store (Good job)
We can go do yoga, but after this
We trappin' for sure (What's hannin'?)
If I ain't in the booth
I'm prolly somewhere mackin' a ho
Ayy, bitch, hand me that lemonade, please
(Damn) thank you (Shit)
(Man, ayy, ayy, good job
Larry, damn, shit, shit, man)
WavMaker
(Man, ayy, ayy, ayy, sock it to me, damn, uh
Groovy)
Hell yeah, nigga, I spent seven for this
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
And if I get the bigger one
It's prolly eleven sun'
Off the dribble, sock it to me