Baggage Claims

[Intro] Keep all that shit running Put all that money right there, you see That's a nice bag, big bag, you know what I’m sayin'? I don't really give a fuck Numbers You know it’s always numbers when I talk on the beat, bitch I don't even gotta rap, I be playin' around with you bitch ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? [Verse 1] Got my money up now I'm living like a trust kid Max Payne on a bitch, choppa by the nightstand I ain't looking for the drama, I just know I'm havin’ bread You a well known thot, I don’t even want the head Ten bands, twenty bands, I been thumbin' through a lot Slide through the TSA with about ten in my sock I hit mangos in the Asia, making food got me right Get that hate out your heart, lil’ nigga that ain't right [Bridge] It's like a lil' Indian motherfuckin’ like You know what I'm sayin', some Indian shit nigga like very peaceful, you know what I'm sayin'? Doo-doo-doo Numbers nigga, off top [Verse 2] XD, two clips with pink slip Touchdown, Ruth Chris when we hit Denver Big Ds in my chain, I'ma dealer Healthy nigga, never simpin' Rappin', pimpin', stackin', flippin' Racks, get 'em, packs, send 'em You dig it? I'm shittin' It's cool 'lil rhythm You a job ass turkey You a bitch ass nigga Ass, movin', goin' stupid Slidin', mobbin', who is you? Coupe too, urr, vroom Clockin' loot, cock it, shoot [Chorus] I need all my baggage claims Duffle bag, bad days Run it back, whole track In the kitchen, in the K Money so long, told her keep the trap I might go crazy cop Fendi Mac Nigga that's that boof, cop a different pack You don't fuck with Larry June, kinda shit is that? For real [Verse 3] Baby came through and her booty was tremendous Hit it in the trap, on the couch, in the trenches Larry MC where ya', Ricky Ricky, kill shit Bass hit my phone with this beat, had to kill this Knot in my sock when I'm slidin' in my old school Buss' another knock, double back, hit the Whole Foods I been on the clock making' racks off Pro Tools Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye Goddamn nigga, yeehee! [Chorus] I need all my baggage claims Duffle bag, bad days Run it back, whole track In the kitchen, in the K Money so long, told her keep the trap I might go crazy cop Fendi Mac Nigga that's that boof, cop a different pack You don't fuck with TFM, kinda shit is that?