Sunday Morning Drive

[Intro: Larry June]

And bitch, don’t check me

Check that mofuckin’ back tooth, you know I'm sayin’? Numbers

OPM, check

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I’ma just go right here, TFM

[Verse 1: Larry June]

We lost years in the game 'cause the money was good (Money was good)

To make ten thousand was so humblin’ to us (Numbers)

Had to make it happen, you know the streets is cold (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

You crackin' under pressure, me? I won't fold (I won't fold)

I move how I move, I know niggas is watchin' (I know niggas is watchin’)

I fuck with rich niggas, we got somethin’ in common (Good job)

I'm lookin' at the prices of gold, nigga, I'm cold (What’s hannin’?)

You niggas ain't really gettin’ money, you niggas’ hidin’ (Numbers)

Forty millimeter Rolex, I'm real playa with it

But don't get it confused, lil nigga, I'm havin' tokens (I'm havin')

I don't even sleep no more, I just be coastin' (Coastin’)

I can be ten deep, man, the game wide open

Hoes still choosin', 'cause these niggas' still game-goofy

You hear it in my voice, I been through it, this is pain music (Damn)

Sittin' in my house, countin’ racks, thinkin’ real estate (For real)

Didn't leave the house all day but made $20K

Man, I swear this beat so smooth, I could sing to it (For real)

If you really at it for real, then this your theme music

Fuck a middleman, we straight to the baggage claim (Claim)

I'm all in Honolulu sippin' mojitos with Dame (What's hannin'?)

You gotta go hard no matter what, stop complainin' (For real)

Born in '91 but the whip '88

Goin' through these motions (Motions), nigga, I'm the coldest (Coldest)

Days I was hopeless (Hopeless), nights on them sofas (Numbers)

Made me a monster (Monster), I came with a method (Method)

I move with intention, I'm out eatin' pasta (Good job)

You hold the bitch hostage (Hostage), I break the bitch pockets (Pockets)

And I don't even expect you weird niggas to like this shit (Keep goin', Larry)

I'm Rolls Royce shoppin' (Shoppin'), I land in the A

And hit Sean, now a nigga Rolls Royce ridin' (What's hannin'?)

Rose-gold watch, black face, kinda stylish (Stylish)

TFM the label, everything else childish

I could stunt on you niggas, but I'ma keep it modest (Modest)

I'm Downtown L.A. gettin' Cuban links polished (Polished)

I rap sometimes, but I'm usually kickin' knowledge (Man)

I don't do the small talk, baby, sock it to my pockets (Numbers)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Sterling silver servin' tray, she had the duck

I had a slice of cheesecake, Pellegrino Limonata For the chase, girl, you bad as fuck, and you was worth the wait

Could've had it on the first date, but where's the fun in that?

She got desperate for my attention, so she brought me scratch

I played the online lookbook, I ordered this and that

Ordered my son some baby Chucks, some little fitted hats

Gifts from your player dad, I made your moms mad

This love affair I have with the grind will forever last

My reputation, my presentation is first-class

You so pressed with that Southwest boardin' pass

I'm stretched out on the beach chair with a cold glass

I bought new diamonds with my old cash

Stocks, a natural resource incase the dollar crash

(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Dom Kennedy & Larry June]

Yeah, yeah

Check this shit out, ayy

All I ever wanted was an AMG (Whoo)

I did everything except for make a beat (Uh huh)

Clicquot still spillin’, I got plenty hundreds (Yeah)

No monthly payments, I ain't leasin’ nothin' (Nothin’)

Listen to me, baby, you could learn somethin’ (You could learn somethin’)

Maybe earn somethin’

Larry June's favorite word is 'numbers' (Yeah, numbers)

I been doin' this thirty-five summers (Thirty-five summers)

Still on the come up every time the sun up (Yeah)

I'm not on the hype, I'm thinkin' cash (Thinkin' cash)

My balls and my word is all I have (Yeah), yeah

I ain't breakin' 'em for nobody (Nobody), uh

Baby, you could be my co-pilot (Mhm)

Skirt so tight with all that ass (All that ass)

I can't help but look, I'm takin' chances (Yeah)

Three bedrooms, this ain't a mansion

All my girls fine, and I ain't cappin' (No), yeah

You niggas just rappin' (Just rappin')

I tell the truth, and you niggas just rappin' (You niggas just rappin'), yeah (Yeah)

You niggas just rappin' (Niggas just rappin')

[Outro: Dom Kennedy]

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