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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Vocals
Larry June
Larry June
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Songwriter
Rakeem Calief Myer
Rakeem Calief Myer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Todd Copper
Todd Copper
Mixing Engineer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer

Lyrics

(Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay) In my living room, just chillin', countin' paper Chair cost a lot, it done started conversation Two cribs in the Bay, one for staycation Casual lil' dinner, six hundred at Crustacean's Quick lil' trap, red bottoms hit the pavement Mason Cafe when I drop the location She put it on the table, then we started word exchangin' A caramel latte as I browse through the paper I been doing this since the plastic on the couch and shit Eating top-notch, man, I can't even pronounce this shit I don't got no time, love, I'm out of it Never been the type to play the lottery Puttin' in work like a college kid Whole time, I was on some modest shit June, why you so nonchalant and shit? Spent 300, don't acknowledge it Guarantee my shit hold value, kid Came from nothin', now we really having shit Running up another one, nah, this the other one Had to turn the oven up, 24 cookin' up Tipped the valet a hundred upon pulling up Parked my shit right in the front, I'm just grabbin' somethin' What's happenin'? (Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay) Y'all niggas look bad, man Y'all niggas look like y'all be shoppin' at Macy's, man Prayed and fasted 'til the Most High gave me answers Two ladies naked on the table look like angels dancing Every tramp in the stable got manners My face alone demand that you pay me handsome My mink touch the ankles when I'm standing Cartier bangles on my hands, was on some hand-in-hand shit Standard shit, been pimpin' and panderin' Wearing drip, the two go together hand-in-hand like companionship Any bitch abandon ship I ain't trippin', this ain't a marriage But even parents split, shit happens I don't do tit-for-tat, last I heard, you was doing voodoo magic Using witchcraft, rumor has it You could feel the bad juju in you And your flat is a small one bedroom in Manhattan With just a stool and a mattress A shrine with a flick of me in a Gucci jacket Had to be spooky, I imagine (scary) But it's accurate, put that on my rap career I don't do the cap in here You hiding under your cap like you have no hair I got an afro and a beard I'm a pharaoh, we actually have the same exact head Everything whole silhouette I just know if the pillowcases ain't silk, I can't get no rest I don't sleep on cotton, bitch Get around (I'm sorry I hollered at you) (Okay?) (I accept your apology) (Alright, I wanna ask you something) (Hmm, well, if you're asking if, do I sleep alone every night of the week?) (I'd have to say no) (So what are you asking?)
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Larry Eugene Hendricks Iii, C Meyer Rahkeim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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