Let's Go to New Orleans

[Intro: Caldwell Myrick Jr. & Larry June]

You got the blues, you fill the shoes

Numbers

She said you in the corner like a new pair of shoes, oh yeah

La música de Harry Fraud

[Verse 1: Larry June]

Now we talkin’ seven figures, got it from the sacrifices

Quarter million tucked away, finally found a better route

I don't listen to the politics, I'm livin’ better now

Givin’ inspiration to the streets to get that cheddar now

Gotta push myself to go harder, I can't stop now

Thinkin’ ten years ahead while livin’ like a rock star

Ordered car service to the crib to go and have a drink

The market lookin’ funny, so it’s givin’ me some time to think

From lookin’ at the numbers from my brand, I can stop rap

But fuck that, I need a billion dollars, I am not laughin’

Keep mashin’, go full mode, nigga, don't panic

Never take ‘no’ for an answer, for real

To live like this, you gon' have to take Ls

You gon’ have to fall off, you gon' have to bounce back

Made thousands off it, it was boomin’ in the trap

It was brain food for me, that's why I move so savage, nigga

[Chorus:  Caldwell Myrick Jr. & Larry June]

You got the blues, you fill the shoes

You don’t hear me though

She said you in the corner like a new pair of shoes, oh yeah

But they don’t hear me though

You got the blues, you fill the shoes

You can go [?] for this shit, you know I mean?

She said you in the corner like a new pair of shoes, oh yeah

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

I been through it, share with you through the music

Instead of listenin’ to mofuckers you know ain't never do shit

I played Mario Kart the whole flight

Went to my furrier, bought a mean coat for tomorrow night

Shootin’ the video on the roof downtown

Got some hoes comin’ too, and they was all askin’ ‘bout you

All of my crew gettin’’ loose, she wanna fuck all my partners

Everythin’ cool, we just wish the best for everybody

Lately, I been obsessin’ over that Corvette body

That Z06 droppin’, I'm coppin’, no test-drivin’

My mind already made

The world closed down, my niggas is still gettin’ paid

That's God's grace

That black one ain't for me, that's my homeboy break

You could live the same way, just hold onto your fate

I got bonds in the bank, gold bars in the safe

ARs on the wall, I been prayin’, I been trainin’

[Chorus:  Caldwell Myrick Jr. & Larry June]

You got the blues, you fill the shoes

You don’t hear me though

She said you in the corner like a new pair of shoes, oh yeah

But they don’t hear me though

You got the blues, you fill the shoes

You don’t hear me though

She said you in the corner like a new pair of shoes, oh yeah

But they don’t hear me though