[Intro: Larry June]
DJ.Fresh, DJ.Fresh, DJ.Fresh
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Man, uh
Gone, man, sock it to me
[Verse 1: Larry June]
Touch spot out the way, get to park the McLaren
Oakland Hills, with my lady eating organic
It get ill, but what's life without no challenge?
My mama into real estate, I need a house in Atlanta
My life depending on this shit, so look, I need mine
What can you bring to the table? I'm just being logical
At least I never lied to you, I got a lot on my plate
And a lil extra stress, something I can't take
I need a bitch that motivate me, everything else fake
Like the strains in my 97, bitch I’m laced
I work hard, so hell yeah, I need a vacation
I just found a way on next to nathan
I do good business, fuck paying you later
I move how I move to avoid the casings
Woke up with money on my mind, I'm anxious
Palms itching on the way to Vegas
[Chorus: Larry June]
Racked up, living life like a mack
Bandaids, whoa, nigga racks
The drama? Baby, I don't need that
The headache? Baby, I don't need that
I need more than bags, bags, bags
Bags, bags, bags
I need more than bags, bags, bags
Bags, bags, bags, bags, bags
[Verse 2: Jay Worthy]
Eyes rolling to the back of my head
Boachella, no selling like my service is dead
Hoes yelling fuck me, why you leave me on read?
Well, first off, I ain't mean it, I was hanging with friends
Yeah, I pulled up in Benz, yeah, I left in a Wraith
I be wondering if it’s love when I was brought up with hate
Send her ass on a date, yeah, I used to do that
They be like who is that in the Beamer all black?
On 22's, deuce-deuce shit right on my lap
Sagging in my BAPEs with the burgundy rag
Your bitch is married, your niggas scary
These problems piling up, ho, you deadly than a motherfucker
Thirty-something with no kids, it's amazing to her
Her friends raving to her, the crib wasn't vacant at first
I had the Staples full of stallions who paid for the verse
Furniture from Italy, same brand it say on her purse
[Chorus: Larry June]
Racked up, living life like a mack
Bandaids, whoa, nigga racks
The drama? Baby, I don't need that
The headache? Baby, I don't need that
I need more than bags, bags, bags
Bags, bags, bags
I need more than bags, bags, bags
Bags, bags, bags, bags, bags
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