Larry June, The Alchemist, Slum Village - Orange Village lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June, The Alchemist, Slum Village - Orange Village lyrics]
Make sure them seats first class yeah
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Takin pictures overseas
Money hittin' my account
Old school's tucked away
Might be time to bring 'em out
Bentayga in the cut with
The touchscreen ooh wow
Might take a drive to Monterrey
To go and cool out
I got old money for real and some new guap
I had to separate from a few
They movin' too hot
So much money on my schedule
I ain't got time
Out in Detroit eatin' fruit with a top model
Coupe, no rims, we some gentleman (Dang)
We got many M's, don't belittle him
Hit the steam room and
Then I talk percentages
Orange juice and a bagel
I got different businesses (Keep going)
I did it all, no assist
Who went hard like this?
I want the 'Rari, drop six, nigga
(Drop six, nigga) i paid cash for the (yeah)
Got the deed for the (yeah)
You just thought I had
Come on, you know I'm smarter than that
I hit the booth and then
I slaughter the track you niggas gotta relax
Look, I do this shit in my sleep
It's just normal, you can keep
The receipts, my nigga, what's happening?
Livin', workin', tryin' for a better day
You should roll with me, you can be my bae
Pull up in that thing like skrrt, skrrt
Don't worry 'bout me, I'll make it work, work
You can see it in my eyes
I didn't come to play yeah, yeah, oh, oh
Woke up in the morning, I was yawning
Caught a bottleneckin'
Wrote a record, hopped up in the shower
Thank Allah for blessin
Dot connector, I be manifestin'
Had to apply the pressure
Sent for Tesla, always with the best
Just had to break for breakfast
Slave through trife, game of Tetris
Little effort
Curbside service on bourbon from
The higher crevice
Upper echelon, I done rose from the lower don
So I focus on gettin' sums
I'ma grow the funds let me move along
Movin' right along, I'm a
Don, slingin' verses, poems
Call me Diddy Combs
I'm a bad boy from the slums
Slid to the store, had a masseuse
Baby blonde
I was introduced to somethin' exlcuse' avion
Might hit a lick, set in the mix, itchy palms
Money comin' quick, lighter the risk
Heavy on
Gotta keep it on me, sunny and stormy
I'm Man at Arms
Master of the universe, pen a verse
Then I'm gone
Livin', workin', tryin' for a better day
You should roll with me, you can be my bae
Pull up in that thing like skrrt, skrrt
Don't worry 'bout me, I'll make it work, work
You can see it in my eyes
I didn't come to play yeah, yeah, oh, oh
Slidin' through the trench and shit
Fuck around, tossed a motherfuckin' mink on
You know what I mean?
It's a nice-ass day, ayy
And when you the good kind
It come back every time straight up
Man, Slum Village ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I had to get the fuck out of Dodge
The spot got hit
The only person I can think of is Jorge
He can make all this disappear
Bro, I can't believe this shit fuck
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Takin pictures overseas
Money hittin' my account
Old school's tucked away
Might be time to bring 'em out
Bentayga in the cut with
The touchscreen ooh wow
Might take a drive to Monterrey
To go and cool out
I got old money for real and some new guap
I had to separate from a few
They movin' too hot
So much money on my schedule
I ain't got time
Out in Detroit eatin' fruit with a top model
Coupe, no rims, we some gentleman (Dang)
We got many M's, don't belittle him
Hit the steam room and
Then I talk percentages
Orange juice and a bagel
I got different businesses (Keep going)
I did it all, no assist
Who went hard like this?
I want the 'Rari, drop six, nigga
(Drop six, nigga) i paid cash for the (yeah)
Got the deed for the (yeah)
You just thought I had
Come on, you know I'm smarter than that
I hit the booth and then
I slaughter the track you niggas gotta relax
Look, I do this shit in my sleep
It's just normal, you can keep
The receipts, my nigga, what's happening?
Livin', workin', tryin' for a better day
You should roll with me, you can be my bae
Pull up in that thing like skrrt, skrrt
Don't worry 'bout me, I'll make it work, work
You can see it in my eyes
I didn't come to play yeah, yeah, oh, oh
Woke up in the morning, I was yawning
Caught a bottleneckin'
Wrote a record, hopped up in the shower
Thank Allah for blessin
Dot connector, I be manifestin'
Had to apply the pressure
Sent for Tesla, always with the best
Just had to break for breakfast
Slave through trife, game of Tetris
Little effort
Curbside service on bourbon from
The higher crevice
Upper echelon, I done rose from the lower don
So I focus on gettin' sums
I'ma grow the funds let me move along
Movin' right along, I'm a
Don, slingin' verses, poems
Call me Diddy Combs
I'm a bad boy from the slums
Slid to the store, had a masseuse
Baby blonde
I was introduced to somethin' exlcuse' avion
Might hit a lick, set in the mix, itchy palms
Money comin' quick, lighter the risk
Heavy on
Gotta keep it on me, sunny and stormy
I'm Man at Arms
Master of the universe, pen a verse
Then I'm gone
Livin', workin', tryin' for a better day
You should roll with me, you can be my bae
Pull up in that thing like skrrt, skrrt
Don't worry 'bout me, I'll make it work, work
You can see it in my eyes
I didn't come to play yeah, yeah, oh, oh
Slidin' through the trench and shit
Fuck around, tossed a motherfuckin' mink on
You know what I mean?
It's a nice-ass day, ayy
And when you the good kind
It come back every time straight up
Man, Slum Village ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I had to get the fuck out of Dodge
The spot got hit
The only person I can think of is Jorge
He can make all this disappear
Bro, I can't believe this shit fuck