[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, n***a, 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, n***a

[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 n***as 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