Art Talk

[Intro: Larry June]

Valet

Five-star Michelin type shit, you know what I mean?

Sweetheart, make sure my knife sharpened, you know what I mean?

Very peaceful

Numbers

Al, what's happenin'? Yeah

[Chorus: Larry June]

Five-star trap spot (Damn), St. Regis, Marriott (Check)

Art talk (Yeah), Basquiat, never see me (Numbers), out a lot (Yeah)

Real estate (Check), private stock, ceramic brakes (Uh), black drop (Yeah)

Got it off the blacktop (Yeah), curtains when the mag pops

[Verse 1: Larry June]

These the best memories, millionaire tendencies (Damn)

Lemon squeeze, Jeezy clean, James Bond, new machine (Numbers)

Reservation, book for three, choppin' game, sippin' tea (Check)

Hunnid G's (Uh), new piece (Yeah), houses off of coca leaves (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Interlude: Larry June & Boldy James]

Takin' walks and shit (Takin' walks and shit)

Birds chirpin' (Birds chirpin')

Juice sippin' (Juice sippin')

And, bitch, you know I'm gon' do numbers (Numbers)

Check it out (Out), ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

All next summer, we pullin' down on niggas

Like what's poppin', Kermit? (Grr, do-do-do-do)

Yeah, that way

What else?

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

Them niggas that you told on, they just got released (Go home)

Blow so strong, the pack magnifique

Snow cones in my masterpiece (Ayy), low pro rims factory

El Satchel Paige, what's the fuckin' verdict?

No more happy days, double cup of courage

Crabs in the barrel, he a fuckin' hermit (Uh-huh)

Youngin snatchin' chains, tell him tuck his Turkish

'Fore we catch his friend, hang him up and rope him

Have him tag his friend every day they post 'em

Heavy plays in motion 'cause that broke nigga shit

Will rub off on you quicker than some lotion

Never get upset or caught up in emotion (Never)

Fuckin' bad bitches from Detroit to Oakland

I tell all my hoes to CC with me (What else?)

You either cuttin' checks or causin' commotion

New thunderclouds off the Prada jacket

You would think these niggas'll be proud of Jackson

Goin' out in style, I'm a dyin' fashion

I'll be Saks Fifth-in', she be Donna Sacs-in'

Born ballin', that's a fun fact (Ayy)

I'll be Orenthal-in' with the drum slappers, stuck in drug traffic

Told her daughter father, he a cornball, and you a crumb snatcher

Hunnid strips in the four-door Hyundai

Can't promise you it ain't gon' be no more gunplay (Skrrt)

Always knew that I'll roll dope one day (For real)

Fuck a bitch, out her 401k

Al, June, it's only twelve noon

I already seen more paper than the mailroom

Cache tight-knit, you got everything

Comin' full circle under the pale moon, where we at with it?

[Chorus: Larry June]

Five-star trap spot (Damn), St. Regis, Marriott (Check)

Art talk (Yeah), Basquiat, never see me (Numbers), out a lot (Yeah)

Real estate (Check), private stock, ceramic brakes (Uh), black drop (Yeah)

Got it off the blacktop (Yeah), curtains when the mag pop