Larry June - Tangible Assets lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June - Tangible Assets lyrics]
I was broke as fuck, baby on the way
Had to make a way pimpin', sellin'
Anything to bring in this cake
Seen it in my eyes, I was stressed
I ain't come to play
Now it's 458s and 63s when it's time to skate
Tomahawk with the white bitch
I'm in Mission Bay i don't do security
Hollow tips'll hit your DNA
Bottled water, 'bout to go joggin'
Then it's back to paper
Cool kid, Dyno with the mags
Got a cool collection
If I make a hundred thousand
Then I'm savin' ninety-eight
Ocean Beach, write down my goals
Then I light the J
First class when I'm on the flight
Need the extra space
Bitch, you talk a little too much
When you off the Jamie
Rarely do you see mе in the club
I'm a busy man
Heart broke, cryin' 'bout thе bitch, nigga
Get your mans got a couple whips I don't
Drive parked at Tanforan
Everything I do is from the heart
You wouldn't understand
Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, man
(The Orange Print) change, yes sir, uh, damn
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Assets tangible
(Man) , wrist piece casual (Damn)
Lookin' for a duck off
Spot somewhere in Malibu
Documented miles on the coupe
These hoes follow suit
Crocodile in the old school
You know how P's move
Still puttin' in this fuckin' work
We ain't bullshittin'
It's dark in the house
But the hammer got night vision
Niggas be weak for these hoes
I don't really get it (Nah)
Everything a nigga rap about, bitch
I really did it i'm a chemist
When I'm on the track like Michelle Felix
I'm a genius, fuck a codefendant
Got my own nina
Outside, even when it's chilly
Niggas gon' feel me
Big pride, I don't chase hoes
I need more digit's
Motorbikes, 'bout to bring 'em out
Thinkin' black Ducati
I remember cold nights in Vegas
I was playin' Bellagi'
Two phones, two snows, all black 650
Now it's one hun' for two shows
You niggas better get with me
What's happenin'?
Had to make a way pimpin', sellin'
Anything to bring in this cake
Seen it in my eyes, I was stressed
I ain't come to play
Now it's 458s and 63s when it's time to skate
Tomahawk with the white bitch
I'm in Mission Bay i don't do security
Hollow tips'll hit your DNA
Bottled water, 'bout to go joggin'
Then it's back to paper
Cool kid, Dyno with the mags
Got a cool collection
If I make a hundred thousand
Then I'm savin' ninety-eight
Ocean Beach, write down my goals
Then I light the J
First class when I'm on the flight
Need the extra space
Bitch, you talk a little too much
When you off the Jamie
Rarely do you see mе in the club
I'm a busy man
Heart broke, cryin' 'bout thе bitch, nigga
Get your mans got a couple whips I don't
Drive parked at Tanforan
Everything I do is from the heart
You wouldn't understand
Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, man
(The Orange Print) change, yes sir, uh, damn
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Assets tangible
(Man) , wrist piece casual (Damn)
Lookin' for a duck off
Spot somewhere in Malibu
Documented miles on the coupe
These hoes follow suit
Crocodile in the old school
You know how P's move
Still puttin' in this fuckin' work
We ain't bullshittin'
It's dark in the house
But the hammer got night vision
Niggas be weak for these hoes
I don't really get it (Nah)
Everything a nigga rap about, bitch
I really did it i'm a chemist
When I'm on the track like Michelle Felix
I'm a genius, fuck a codefendant
Got my own nina
Outside, even when it's chilly
Niggas gon' feel me
Big pride, I don't chase hoes
I need more digit's
Motorbikes, 'bout to bring 'em out
Thinkin' black Ducati
I remember cold nights in Vegas
I was playin' Bellagi'
Two phones, two snows, all black 650
Now it's one hun' for two shows
You niggas better get with me
What's happenin'?