Golden Hour
Mike, Larry June
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Yeah, yeah Spend it fast, and get it back quickly In the club where we splurging on the black strippers Keep the fanfare happy, that's a hat tipper Big daddy, keep cashin' on the bag zipper With the bag lifter Out in Cali', unclassy, I'm a bad lipper Big tag ripper Little fat, need to rip pants bigger Make band,s man, I need to see the gang richer Who your mans? I don't see you in the gang picture It be fan-fiction, where ya hands? Let me keep a couple grams in 'em All that handshakin', tweakin', boy your plan's glitchin' Could've ran with it, got with Nav, we been schemin' on the grand mission In the Gaza, the one where all the sand isn't Tryna jock us, can only be embarrassin' All the carelessness Like Obama in your city, we be airin' shit I'm a problem, off a jiggy and a Claritin For the samba, we was Steven in the clearancer Now I'm tryna put squad up on the bare answers Lotta booze, I'ma try to take care of it I ain't choose to outdraw them, I'm aware of it Now I ain't losin', I was cautious with the where-of-it Thought we was doing how I saw it, but we here again Yeah, we here Midnight, puff coat, I'm in Maryland In in the '92 Wagon playing Erykah Chanel from '04, I look arrogant I switched whips three times for the hell of it And I was just in '24, so it's evident I'm in Oakland with Alchemist and Evidence I only play my own shit, I'm critiquing shit And got so much sauce, I can't carry it I got so many flows, I can share this shit And got so many hoes, I can share the bitch (Hold on, MIKE, I'm 'bout to go in) Orange stones in my piece, I could crush sodas Anybody in the way, gettin' ran over Coppin' work in capital, in a Land Rover On the reservation, white tee, Kangol I'm pushin' 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 the gray Porsche Mackin' on a lawyer bitch in my jean shorts Yeah, we got the same coupe, but yours less gorgeous "Is she gon' let a nigga hit?" Come on now, of course C'mon, you should've knew it See how a nigga walked in, just walked in like, uh Sock it to 'em I ain't come here to play no more motherfucking games, man MIKE, what's happenin'? NYC to the Frisco Hunter's Point, to be exact Uh Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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