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Red Book Chronicles

de Larry June

Tired of all this motherfuckin' talkin' shit
You nigga know who really do this shit
Quit playin' with me
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Drop top on a summer day
40k, all cash
Lookin' out the window of this jet
I know time'll pass
I used to fuck with baby girl
But knew that it would never last
'Cause I be on some other shit
On a whole 'nother planet
Goin' through these documents
Shootin' like Stojakovic
Stones with the paperwork
I'm just bein' optimistic
I'm just bein' confident
I just keep droppin' shit
I just keep coppin' shit
I ain't gotta pop my shit
Bouncin' like a trampoline
Hotter than some matches and some gasoline
Hotter than a mink in a thousand degrees
Summertime packin' the heat
This shit can get crazy
Nigga better stay on feet
'Cause shit been changin'

Prices is higher, dollar is droppin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I count it precisely, I need the profit (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm feelin' like Malcolm, totin' a rifle (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar

Let's get this money, nigga
We ain't doin' no lil' shit (bike seven miles, then back to the dollar)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Nigga out here crashin' out over the bus (bike seven miles, then back to the dollar)
Nigga, what's your R-O-I, nigga? (Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar)
Shit gotta make sense, bitch (bike seven miles, then back to the dollar)
Shh, Goddamn
Uh, sock it to me
Good job, ayy, ayy, ayy, shh
Damn, good job
Sock it to me
Uh, damn

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