[Intro: Le$]
The higher I get, the more I be fuckin’ up
So, good thing we out of weed
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Only ‘til I get to the house though, I got more weed at the house
Yeah, uh, look
[Verse 1: Le$]
Champion sweats, Balenciaga’s
These days, only movin’ for a dollar (For a dollar)
I’m always unbothered when I’m out in the streets, look (Streets)
Smellin’ like gas right in front the police (Yeah, yeah)
Don’t be fuckin’ with my peace, when you see how I’m chillin’
Gon’ take a hit of this, you gon’ see how I’m feelin’
Got the sauce like Walk-, never slip when I’m spillin’
Tryna go from underground to the top of the ceilin’ (Top of the ceilin’)
I can never judge you for the point of your view (Point of your view)
Everything been done before, pimp, ain’t none of this new (Ain’t none of this new)
See, I’m lost in the game, better get you a clue
My words’ true, only faces I won’t see is blue
I pass it off to my right hand (Right hand), a real nigga, not no hype man
Money Mitch style, gold chains on my nightstand (Gold chains)
Six rings, might put ‘em on my mic hand
Once you outta wind, bet your kite land
[Chorus: Le$]
Whether sunny or gray, uh (Sunny or gray)
We gon’ ball and parlay, yeah
We gon’ ball and parlay
Whether sunny or gray, yeah (Sunny or gray)
We gon’ ball and parlay, yeah
We gon’ ball and parlay
Whether sunny or gray, yeah (Sunny or gray)
We gon’ ball and parlay, yeah
We gon’ ball and parlay
Whether sunny or gray, yeah (Sunny or gray)
We gon’ ball and parlay, uh
We gon’ ball and parlay, yeah
[Verse 2: Le$]
I’ve been my own boss, always move at my own pace (Own pace)
Cool young playa, I remind ‘em of old Ma$e (Yeah, yeah)
Paper over pussy, that’s just somethin’ I don’t chase (Don’t chase)
Love, I ain’t no rookie, I just got me a young face (Haha)
I been out the loop but not out of touch, uh
Cookin’ up some plans that I can’t discuss, uh
Still up in the race, if you ran with us, look
Y’all movin’ kind of slow, you ain’t ran enough, look
I’m thinkin’ 2020, got my vision on next year (2020)
Gotta stay ahead, put my shit into next gear (Yeah, yeah)
Circus full of clowns, you ain’t got no respect here
Niggas can’t rap, they all startin’ to dress weird (Fuck is that?)
I see the world clear through these gold frames
Ain’t no lanes (Yeah, yeah), if it is, I’ma still swang
My shit bang (Bang), we done had the high score for a minute (For a minute)
You ain’t got enough coins or the skills to ever switch it, lil’ nigga
[Chorus: Le$]
Whether sunny or gray, uh (Sunny or gray)
We gon’ ball and parlay, yeah
We gon’ ball and parlay
Whether sunny or gray, yeah (Sunny or gray)
We gon’ ball and parlay, yeah
We gon’ ball and parlay
Whether sunny or gray, yeah (Sunny or gray)
We gon’ ball and parlay, yeah
We gon’ ball and parlay
Whether sunny or gray, yeah (Sunny or gray)
We gon’ ball and parlay, uh
We gon’ ball and parlay, yeah
[Verse 3: Larry June]
My bike $5K, parked it next to the Beamer (Parked it next to the Beamer)
Baby hella bad, I think her name was Moesha (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Only here for two days, said she really from Cleveland (Really from Cleveland)
Met her at Barnes & Noble, drinkin’ coffee and readin’
She probably never met a nigga like me in her life (Yeah)
Kimchee fried rice on my way to the fight (Fight)
It’s just a white tee, but the jacket is nice (Nice)
Purple North Face complimentin’ the ice (Good job)
We can parlay, Tito’s on ice (Ice)
Your boyfriend a bitch, so your pimpin’ is hype (Pimpin’ is hype)
Purified water, I just added the ice (Ice)
Eighty percent fag, gotta roll that dice (Yeah, uh)
I can’t say baby wrong, she don’t know no better (She don’t know no better)
Flipped the old-school with Italian leather (Good job, Larry)
Put my face on the orange juice and made a killin’ (Made a killin’)
Had to do the steak and shrimp for my Texas niggas (What’s hannin’?)
What’s hannin’?
[Outro: Larry June]
Check, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Man, uh, yeah
Good job, Le$, numbers
Good job, Roger
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Man
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