[Intro: Larry June]
Man, uh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shit, man, huh, groovy
Sock it to me, shit
Yeehee

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
Cocaine stain on the cellophane
Open toed shoes in the rain, she still do her thang
Twenty-four hour diner with coffee, playing Coltrane
I let her hit the bag, she make the blade look like the runway
She always talking Paris, I'm like "Baby, maybe one day"
Or Spain, I would like to do it all but it’s a cold game
Smile so perfect, you would think she work for Colgate
I know it's 6 AM but for a thousand, need another day
She tired, I understand, I'm tired too, but these are the [?]
Kurtis Blow said it in the ’80s, make no mistake
Rain jacket smelling like Newports and a half a eighth
I order another coffee and vanilla piece of pound cake
Hear a purse clinging, heels clicking, make the ground shake
Driver pick us up around the corner, off of Broadway
Lady of the night, do it right, all in broad day
Hundreds falling out of every pocket in the hallway

[Chorus: Larry June]
Now, hold on sweetie
You too near me not to hear me
Looking like a basket of love
Baby, you know I want it, want it
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I like 'em lowkey, I like 'em slim thick
I love it how them Air Max match your outfit
How you doing, love? You my top pick
Let's go hiking, bitch, let's make a lot of chips
[Verse 2: Larry June]
1987 all gray, love, I'm on my way
Half Moon Bay, champagne, it's that type of day
Take my time with it, spend a little, but put more away
I know you kinda sleepy, but for a thousand, shit, we need that date
Turned the Renegade to full gold, took me two days
Had her on the 1, switching lanes, rolling hella j's
Took her to my crib, she was amazed, I whipped up a steak
Secret location in Las Vegas, I got the play
My cheese on fire, at [?], bitch, I spent eighty
I killed her with the swag and this brand new Chanel fragrance
Light a couple candles, orange juice and a lil’ bagel
Put the Rollie up for a minute, then I kept it simple

[Chorus: Larry June]
How you doing, baby?
What you here for tonight?
You doing good
Sock it to me
Baby, you know I want it, want it (Uh, groovy, shit)
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Man, yeehee)
I like ’em lowkey, I like 'em slim thick
I love it how them Air Max match your outfit
How you doing, love? You my top pick
Let’s go hiking, bitch, let's make a lot of chips
[Outro: Larry June]
I'm not here for the bullshit, baby
I'm here for the whole grip
Sock it to me, uh