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Larry June & The Alchemist - Breakfast In Monaco (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Larry June
Larry June
Performer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Larry June
Larry June
Recording Engineer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Todd Cooper
Todd Cooper
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Man, sippin' this sparkling water and shit Al, what's happenin'? Numbers Quick drive to bust a move, she play the passenger Check my mail, grab lunch, somethin' casual (numbers) Dipped the stainless, Daytona with the three clocks Low-key, all them people seen was a white drop Four G's for the sweatsuit, I might hit the Opera Private diner, 1K a day, for the private driver So pristine, you will not see a flaw in my diamonds Birds chirpin', did the green juice She did the ice coffee (good job) Quick play, sent the twenty piece down to Milwaukee Couple days in Napa just a reason to go take the 'Rari Real P, she put it in my hand before the engine started Bottega wallet, real life, we not just rhyming Chances took, been through so much shit, I could write a book Still get a rush countin' up, it's never enough (man) Heated driveways and shit, something slight We been puttin' work in so long Had to sacrifice a whole lot, but now it's way better days Can't give up now, yeah, you gotta hold on Girl, you coulda been my only one, but you just have to chance I been on a mission Strictly bag getting, shit been hittin' different Shootin' never missin', got it out the kitchen Niggas know I lived it I'm cut from that cloth, nigga All I know is get it Escargot, I'm in Paris talkin' big numbers Sports band on the Chrono Patek Spend somethin', stressin' out Tryna save the world, but it's gettin' tough Told niggas 2019 a million ain't enough You can come down now love, I'm pullin' up Sweatpants, pinky ring with the emerald cut I hit the steam room, then I read a book Take a couple calls, then I'm back to joogin' I move how I move, I know it can get wicked Quit trippin' off the, nigga get yo' chicken (Nigga, see I'm comin' back, know what I'm talkin' about) Hoppin' out Coupe Deville, feelin' like Goldie for real (And that's just somethin' slight, baby) I told niggas 2019 a million ain't enough We been puttin' work in so long Had to sacrifice a whole lot, but now it's way better days Can't give up now, yeah, you gotta hold on Girl, you coulda been my only one, but you just have to chance I been on a mission Strictly bag getting, shit been hittin' different Shootin', never missin', got it out the kitchen Niggas know I lived it I'm cut from that cloth, nigga All I know is get it Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Spaceships on the Blade and shit I'm cut from that cloth, nigga All I know is get it
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Larry Eugene Hendricks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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