The Red Carpet

Lyrics

[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 breaks 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