Larry June, Harry Fraud, Curren$y, DOM KENNEDY - Sunday Morning Drive lyrics

And bitch, don’t check me
Check that mofuckin’ back tooth
You know I’m sayin’? Numbers, OPM
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I’ma just go right here, TFM

We lost years in the game
‘cause the money was good (Money was good)
To make ten thousand was so humblin’ to us
(Numbers) had to make it happen
You know the streets is cold
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You crackin’ under pressure, me? I won’t fold
(I won’t fold)
I move how I move, I know niggas is watchin’
(I know niggas is watchin’)
I fuck with rich niggas
We got somethin’ in common (Good job)
I’m lookin’ at the prices of gold, nigga
I’m cold (What’s hannin’?)
You niggas ain’t really gettin’ money
You niggas’ hidin’ (Numbers)
Forty millimeter Rolex
I’m real playa with it
But don’t get it confused, lil nigga
I’m havin’ tokens (I’m havin’)
I don’t even sleep no more
I just be coastin’ (Coastin’)
I can be ten deep, man, the game wide open
Hoes still choosin’
‘cause these niggas’ still game goofy
You hear it in my voice, I been through it
This is pain music (Damn)
Sittin’ in my house, countin’ racks
Thinkin’ real estate (For real)
Didn’t leave the house all day but made $20K
Man, I swear this beat so smooth
I could sing to it (For real)
If you really at it for real
Then this your theme music fuck a middleman
We straight to the baggage claim (Claim)
I’m all in Honolulu
Sippin’ mojitos with Dame (What’s hannin’?)
You gotta go hard no matter what
Stop complainin’ (For real)
Born in ’91 but the whip ‘88
Goin’ through these motions
(Motions) , nigga, I’m the coldest (Coldest)
Days I was hopeless
(Hopeless) , nights on them sofas (Numbers)
Made me a monster
(Monster) , I came with a method (Method)
I move with intention, I’m out eatin’ pasta
(Good job) you hold the bitch hostage
(Hostage)
I break the bitch pockets (Pockets)
And I don’t even expect you weird
Niggas to like this shit (Keep goin’, Larry)
I’m Rolls Royce shoppin’ (Shoppin’)
I land in the A and hit Sean
Now a nigga Rolls Royce ridin’
(What’s hannin’?)
Rose-gold watch, black face, kinda stylish
(Stylish)
TFM the label, everything else childish
I could stunt on you niggas
But I’ma keep it modest (Modest)
I’m Downtown LA gettin’ Cuban links polished
(Polished) i rap sometimes
But I’m usually kickin’ knowledge (Man)
I don’t do the small talk, baby
Sock it to my pockets (Numbers)

Sterlin’ silver servin’ tray
She had the duck
I had the slice of cheesecake
Pellegrino Limonata for the chase
Girl, you bad as fuck
And you was worth the wait
Could’ve had it on the first date
But where's the fun in that?
She got desperate for my attention
So she brought me scratch
I played the online lookbook
I ordered this and that
I ordered my son some baby Chucks
Some little fitted hats
Gifts from your player dad
I made your moms mad
This love affair I have with
The grind will forever last
My reputation, my presentation is first-class
You so pressed with that
Southwest boardin’ pass
I'm stretched out on the beach
Chair with a cold glass
I bought new diamonds with my old cash
Stocks are a natural resource
Incase the dollar crash (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah check this shit out, ayy
All I ever wanted was an AMG (Whoo)
I did everything except for make a beat
(Uh, huh) clicquot still spillin’
I got plenty hundreds (yeah)
No monthly payments, I ain't leasin’ nothin’
(Nothin’)
Listen to me, baby, you could learn somethin’
(You could learn somethin’)
Maybe earn somethin’
Larry June's favorite word is ‘numbers’
(yeah, numbers)
I been doin’ this thirty-five summers
(Thirty-five summers)
Still on the come up every time the sun up
(yeah)
I'm not on the hype, I'm thinkin’ cash
(Thinkin’ cash)
My bars and my word is all I have
(yeah) , yeah
I ain't breakin’ ‘em for nobody
(Nobody) , uh
Baby, you could be my co-pilot (Mhm)
Skirt so tight with all that ass
(All that ass)
I can't help but look, I'm takin’ chances
(yeah) three bedrooms, this ain't a mansion
All my girls fine, and I ain't cappin’
(No) , yeah
You niggas just rappin’ (Just rappin’)
I tell the truth, and you niggas just rappin’
(You niggas just rappin’) , yeah (yeah)
You niggas just rappin’ (Niggas just rappin’)
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