[Intro: Larry June]
What’s happening
Straight up
Bouncing out them motherfuckin’ foreigns and shit
Yea, bitch you see this motherfuckin’juice
Bust down
Bitch I might write a motherfuckin smoothie book or something
Sell this shit for 30 dollars
Period n***a
And I’m gone do numbers
Off top

[Verse 1: Larry June]
It’s way too much money to be chilling and shit
I met baby at Jon & Venny’s and let her ride in the 6
I got a couple presidential I’m timing like this
I might step out tonight just to crack something thick
The first night I never hit cause I got morals and shit
I’m in the house playing Prince essential oils and shit
Take the whip to the shop check the coils and shit
I done checked 500 you just spoiled a pshh
Let’s hit Florida bitch
Ooh excuse my French
I know you from overseas they don’t be talking like this
Yo little bro a big fan here go some hoodies for him
She came way from Australia to fuck with a pimp
That’s was some random ass shit but I love the experience
She was like top model hell yeah I was curious
I’m not a superstar baby but my ice cost a ticket
Copped a lowkey loft until the house get finished
[Chorus: Larry June]
I’m riding
I’m smoking
Keep it on me
You a phony, baloney
You ain’t the homie
Big Ds on me
24 karat, kobe (off the dribble)
And it’s loaded
I’m focus I’m on it
Don’t trip I got it
I’m big homie
Smoking kush and Elko
Selling elbows
Everything goes

[Verse 2: Larry June]
Lately I’ve been feeling like I gotta get it
I dropped hella cash n***a your shit rented
I walk in the Benz
They running my credit
Approved for everything
I’m swiping my debit
I’m riding my bike
My Glock got a light
If I’m bringing you over then I’m fucking tonight
I’m riding and swerving
Uber suburban
That’s not a Birkin
Baby you perking
My bitches be working
Your bitches be hurting
I’m in Hawaii
Chilling and surfing
Bitch why you playing
Fuck is you saying
We out in Reno a date in the sands
Money and grams
Grams in my hand
Hit up my grams she got the syrup for sell
I’m perking like hell that’s that henny and weed
Fuck it in my system with a Glock 17
[Chorus: Larry June]
I’m riding
I’m smoking
Keep it on me
You a phony, baloney
You ain’t the homie
Big Ds on me
24 karat, kobe (off the dribble)
And it’s loaded
I’m focus I’m on it
Don’t trip I got it
I’m big homie
Smoking kush and Elko
Selling elbows
Everything goes