Lyrics

[Intro: MIKE] Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: MIKE] Spend it fast, and get it back quicker In the club when we splurging ontheblack stripper Keep thefam' fed and happy, that's ahat tipper Big Jatti keep catchin' on the bag zipper with the bag-lifters Out in Cali, unclassy, I'm a bad lipper, big tag ripper Lil' fat, need the Rick pants bigger Make bands, but I need to see the gang richer Who your mans? I don't see you in the gang picture, it be fan-fiction Where your hands? Let me keep a couple grams in it All that ham shit and tweakin', boy your plan glitching, could've ran with it Got wit' Naav, we've been schemin' on a grand mission In the Gaza, the one where all thе sand isn't They tryna jock us, but it only be embarrassin', all thе carelessness Like Obama in your city, we be airin' shit I'm a problem off a jiggy and a Claritin For the somber, we was thieving in the clearances Now I'm tryna put squad up on the Barron's list Lotta bruises, lotta trauma, takin' care of it I ain't choose how I was brought up, I'm aware of it Nah, I ain't lose it, I was cautious, was beware of it Thought we was through it, how I saw it, but we here again Yeah, we here [Verse 2: Larry June] Midnight puff coat, I'm in Maryland I'm in the '92 wagon playin' Erykah Chanel from '04, I look arrogant I switch whips three times for the hell of it And that was just in twenty-four, so it's evident I'm in Oakland with Alchemist and Evidence I only play my own shit, I'm critiquin' shit And got so much sauce, I can't carry it I got so many flows, I could share the shit And got so many hoes, I could share the bitch (Hold on MIKE, I'm 'bout to go in) Orange stones in my piece like a Crush soda Anybody in the way, gettin' ran over Coppin' work in Kapital in a Land Rover On a reservation, white tee, Kangol I'm pushing P in them spots that you can't go I told her, "Grab some popcorn, it's a late show" Tossed a carbon fiber kit on a grey Porsche Mackin' on a lawyer bitch in my jean shorts Yeah, we got the same coupe, but yours less horse Is she gonna let a nigga hit? Come on now, of course [Outro: Larry June] C'mon, you should've known it You see how a nigga walkin', just walked in like, uh Sock it to me I ain't come here to play no motherfuckin' games, man MIKE, what's happenin'? NY to the Frisco Hunter's Point to be exact Uh, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye