Sunday Morning Drive (feat. Curren$y & Dom Kennedy)

Intro (Larry June)

And bitch dont check me check that motherfucking back tooth you know what i'm saying

Numbers

OPM jet life

Verse 1 (Larry June)

We lost years in the game cause the money was good

To make 10,000 was so humbling to us

Had to make it happen you know the streets is cold

Ain't cracking under pressure me I won't fold

I move how I move I know niggas is watching

I fuck with rich niggas we got something in common

Looking at the prices of gold nigga I'm cold

You niggas aint really getting money you niggas hiding

40 MM Rolex I'm real player with it

Dont have it confused little nigga I'm having tokens

I don't even sleep no more I just be coasting

I could be 10 deep man the game wide open

Hoes still choosing cause these niggas still game goofy

You hear my voice I been thru it this is pain music

I'm in my house counting racks thinking real estate

Didn't leave the house all day but made 20K

Man I swear this beat so smooth I could sing to it

If you really at it for real than this your theme music

Fuck a middle man we straight to the baggage claim

I'm all in Honolulu sipping mojitos with Dame

You gotta go hard no matter what stop complaining

Born in 91 but the whip 88

Going thru these motions, nigga I'm the coldest

There were days I was hopeless

Nights on the sofa

Made me a monster

I came with a method

I move with intention

I'm out eating pasta

You hold the bitch hostage

I break the bitch pockets

And I dont evn expect you weird niggas to like this shit

Im rolls royce shopping

I land in the Aand hit Shine, now a nigga rolls royce ridin'

Rose gold watch black face kind of stylish

TFM the label everything else childish

I could stunt on you niggas but im'a keep it modest

I'm Downtown LA getting cuban links polished

Rap sometimes but I'm usually kicking knowledge

I don't do the small talk baby sock it to my pockets

Verse 2 (Curren$y)

Sterling silver serving tray

She had the Duck I had a slice of cheesecake

Pellegrino Limonata

For the chase gril you bad as fuck

And you were worth the wait could have had it on the first day but where's the fun in that?

She got desperate for my attention so she brought me scratch

I played the online lookbook I ordered this and that

Ordered my son some baby Chucks some little fitted hats

Gifts from your player dad, I made your moms mad

This love affair I have with the grammar will forever last

My reputation my presentation is first class

You so pressed with us Southwest boarding pass

Stretched out on the beach chair with a cold glass

I bought new diamonds with my old cash

Stocks are a natural resource if the dollar crash

Yeah

Verse 3 (Dom Kennedy)

All I ever wanted was an AMG

I did everything except for make a beat

Cliquaot still spilling I got plenty hundreds

No monthly payments I aint leasing nothing

Listen to me baby you could learn something

Maybe earn something, Larry June's favorite word is numbers

I been doing this 35 summers

I'm still on the come up everytime the sunup

I'm not on the hype im banking cash

My bars and my word is all I have

I aint breaking off of nobody

Baby you could be my co-pilot

Skirt so tight with all that ass

I can't help but look I'm taking chances

Three bedrooms this ain't a mansion

All my girls fine and I aint cappin'

You niggas just rapping

To the truth man you niggas just rapping

Yeah you niggas just rapping

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