Rainy Night In SF

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Worthy] You gotta dance on the beat, you feel me? Dance on the game Hahhah Larry, what's up though? Al, what up? [Verse 1: Jay Worthy] Baby, why you trippin? No, that ain't your Chanel bag, bikini top [?] Like that [?] fell at Why these bitches play dumb? Like they don't know a real mack I'm an old school Tell her how it is, bet I still smash Left the gate now, copped the [?] [?] Watch me flip Investing in new [?] Shazam on these bitches, why you looking for [?] Sample snitching is a crime, I still got me a big bag Up in Al's house with Big Body, sipping on [?] [?] my brother, no [?] [?] deal from a major [?] told me in do time I'm a still do my own thing, buzzing in beehives I was yelling fuck a bitch, since [?] was knee high We rock on and take, put on [?] [?] high, [?] Just [?] Streets be high Gotta watch out for the [?] [Verse 2: Larry June] Money counter on the dresser, it's gon' be a long night No college, but got knowledge from this thang called life Man up, take chances, got rich, no advances I like my Champagne served on a Roles Gold platter What's happening? Maybach candles in my living room She looking for a boyfriend, it's nothing I can really do Wiping off the emblem is on my vet, while I count a check What's next? Maybe private jets, sipping Moët Your heart broke, trippin off the bitch, when it's millions of them Get some money, nigga, quit worrying 'bout who she fucking What's happening?