[Verse 1: Larry June]
Yeah, it was a nice day, I got the whip washed
Don’t call me Larry, call me Macintosh
Movin’...to da beat
Pair of two-thousand dollars kicks on my feet
Don’t check me, check da hooker
I’m runnin’ through bands, I’m keepin’ ‘em lookin’
Need at least ten G’s just to book her
I need one of dem hoes, so, what’s up wit her sister?
So, I hit Payroll, what’s up wit it? (what’s hannin’?)
Lowkey I need a hunid, really fuckin’ wit it
Bitch pimpin’, trappin’, mackin’ it all
Bitch, do a call, run it up for ya boy
I was seventeeeeeen in AZ
P’s hit dat gas, come shop wit a G
Don’t be like me, bitch, be like Mike
Ten G’s on me, bitch, just sumn’ slight
K, I’m doin’ sumn' new, you can tell by da lights
Feelin’ hella fuckin’ good, I might eat sumn’ tonight
Lil baby come through, when I kilt it from the side
Lately I just want bread, I ain’t trippin’ off much
What’s hannin’?
[Chorus: Larry June]
Ridin’ wit a motherfuckin’ 10 on me
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie
Every day I need a new check
I done had all da whips, what’s next?
I’m ridin’ foreign today
I’m ridin’ foreign today
[Verse 2: HBK Kidd]
Nigga, my pockets on overload
I’m about to get some mo’ fasho
Briefcase full of money, clothes that look like a motor [?]
Diamonds clear as Casper, now dese hoes caught da Holy Ghost
Countin’ big stacks all night, a couple mo’ to go
She beggin’ for a half night, but what you made last night?
Baby, if dat cash right, I’m grippin’ on dat ass tight
Hold up, wait a minute, let me stop and check the math twice
It’s one chance to get me tryin’ out, cause Ion pass twice
That’s right, I just sit back, and I get chose now
Man, I never brag about myself, that’s yo’ hoe job
Nigga, you a lame, yo’ homies use you for a stove route (?)
I gotta make a mil before da year end, on God
No [?] is hot but I’m iced up in every June
Ridin’ in the Bay, I’m bussin’ hoes down with Larry June
Babygirl location shared with me, I know every move
Hoes try to tackle me, they get a Barry move
‘Cause I’m...
[Chorus: Larry June]
Ridin’ wit a motherfuckin’ 10 on me
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie
Every day I need a new check
I done had all da whips, what’s next?
I’m ridin’ foreign today
I’m ridin’ foreign today
[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
It’s the...Benz-parking, chain-swangin’, sky-dwellin’...
Nigga out Detroit
“Girl, what is he sellin’?”
That’s what the hoes whisper as I exit coupes and enter
Into the club, yeah, I’m the boss and a sinner
Twenty-thousand dollar coat fur for the winter
Shit, I gotta have a fur too when it hit December
When trees touch down, we ain’t yellin’ out, “timber”
We ain’t yellin’ out shit
Other than, “pull up and get ‘em”
Hit up Larry June, had to ask him ‘bout a bitch
From around his way, she claim her brother got the bricks
He said she smooth, so I put it all together
If my calculations right, I should ball till forever
Thousand-dollar sweater, smell the creed as I pass
Yeah, Payroll look, you can tell by how he laugh
A hundred touch down, I’ma move ‘em on the ave
While sippin’ out a champagne glass, I’m first-class, nigga
[Chorus: Larry June]
Ridin’ wit a motherfuckin’ 10 on me
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the big homie
Every day I need a new check
I done had all da whips, what’s next?
I’m ridin’ foreign today
I’m ridin’ foreign today
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