Corte Madera, CA

Hoppin' out swangin', you know what I mean
Shit crazy nigga (crazy, crazy), hmm
Man, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Taking pictures on the jet, Escalade at my arrival
Gotta stay on your toes, nigga, work on your posture
Checkin' emails with the bitch and countin' up profit (uh)
V12 in the Bent', I just breezed through the traffic (yeah, aye)

I just ran a couple miles and bust a move before seven (man)
Smile on my face, when I count it's a fetish (uh, yeah)
First you gotta take your passion then apply pressure (numbers)
You fucked around and spent your whole advance on a necklace

So many whips I might ship one to Texas (uh)
Courtside chillin' with these emeralds in my necklace (yeah)
You called the bitch back to back, acting hella extra (uh)
I don't see how niggas do it, man, that shit so embarrassing (yes)

GT speed when I'm slidin' through the city (uh)
Every man for himself, gotta move with intention (uh)
Niggas say they gon' rob me, nigga better get with me
Slidin' with a fo' Nicki and a Drake with a 50 (woo)

Still building bigger brands, making plays on the low
Snow bunny out in Humboldt with a line on them bows (yeah)
All you broke niggas did was put me more on my toes (oh, oh)
I'm the type to park the Lamb' and double back in the Rolls (nice car Larry)

What's hannin'?
Spaceships on the blade and shit (spaceship on the blade and shit)
You know what I'm talkin' about?
Yeah
Numbers
Aye, aye, aye



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Writer(s): Larry Eugene Hendricks Iii
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