[Intro: Larry June]
You know what I'm sayin', wakin' up early and shit
Man, gotta get this motherfuckin' money, off top
[Verse 1: Larry June]
So much shit on my mind, I left town for a week
Touched down, I'm in Philly, man, I should've brought the mink
Bitch, I'm certified, but I chose to keep it low-key
Crime organized, it's all about survival in these streets
I'm taking bigger bets, vintage nine thirty-one twenty
Sippin' blue label in my living room, this ain't Henny
Let's talk numbers, I'm thinking six figures in a week
Waking up beast mode 'cause a nigga gotta eat
A exit plan, put the work in and made it out the street
You a different type of nigga if you hatin' on me
It's ups and it's downs, it's highs and it's lows
They love you whеn you on, they'll leave you whеn you broke
[Chorus: Larry June]
Man up, gotta get it on your on
Learnt at a young age the streets was cold
Had to go get it by my motherfucking lonely
Real niggas tryna make it out, you niggas phony
Real niggas always know family always come first
Real niggas never give up, we make it work
Real niggas always gon' make that shit back
Real niggas always gon' make that shit stack
[Verse 2: Berner]
Yeah, you know I gotta go big
Bought a spot for the kids right across the bridge
Yeah, and you know what the problem is
My old friends, they don't wanna live
A quarter ticket for the room in NY
Dropped a box off in Harlem, sent a few to Bed Stuy
Spent a soft ten five on a red eye flight
Watched my competition drown tryna beat my price
We from the home of peacoats, I miss that good Nadine
Yeah, we milk a bitch so the fit stay clean
I'm in the club with the playas knockin' bitches for fun
Knowin' damn well I got it, I just ran through a ton
Had to get it on my own, talkin' numbers on my phone
I just made two million dollars, dog, I'm on a roll
It ain't come easy, but my pockets on swole
I did what I had to, even made a bitch ho
[Chorus: Larry June]
Man up, gotta get it on your on
Learnt at a young age the streets was cold
Had to go get it by my motherfucking lonely
Real niggas tryna make it out, you niggas phony
Real niggas always know family always come first
Real niggas never give up, we make it work
Real niggas always gon' make that shit back
Real niggas always gon' make that shit stack
[Outro: Berner]
Once again
Oh, you know we had to do it, too
I had to make it stack
Fuck around and run it back
Cooks & Orange Juice
It's a San Francisco thing
They ask me why I'm so cool, that cool Bay Area breeze, man
That chill water by the beach, man, by the bridge
It's just the player in me, mane, Cooks & Orange Juice
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