Intro lyrics

[Intro: Larry June]
Yeah, Game Related sh*t, n*gga
Check (Check), numbers (Numbers)
n*gga, when you get it out the mud, n*gga
sh*t just feel different, n*gga, you know I’m sayin’?
You don’t know how I feel now ’bout them muf*ckin’ foreigns
n*gga, 2019 and sh*t, n*gga, beatin’ they ass
You know what I’m sayin’?
Sun’ slight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What’s hannin’?

[Verse 1: Larry June]
Slidin’ through the TSA, I need all hunids (Yeah)
Lookin’ like the president, black car pullin’ up
Stopped by the hotel, n*gga had to freshen up
$400 dollar cologne, but that ain’t really nun’
n*ggas talkin’ ‘bout they havin’ money, but they really frontin’
I ain’t really with the small talk, baby, run it up (Run it up)
Gotta keep it movin’, if you stop, it’ll slow you up
Ten (Ten), twenty (Twenty), thirty, b*tch, I need a hunid
Gotta move smart, gotta stay on your toes (Stay on your toes)
Give a f*ck what you talkin’, I need all of my dough (All of my dough)
Give a f*ck ‘bout a show, I got six ways (Six ways)
Give a n*gga two months, and I’ma have eight (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
What’s hannin’? (sh*t)
Sippin’ on a big mojito in San Diego (Ayy)
They know every verse I drop be fuego (Fuego)
f*ck all that lil n*gga sh*t (Yeah), we need big bank (Big bags)
Don’t hit my phone, talkin’ ‘bout, “Where the b*tch at?”
What’s hannin’?
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
4-1
Never got a cap and gown, instead, I sold crack in pounds (Yuh)
In-between slappin’ brown, never see me backin’ down
Now, we all legitimate (Yeah), we onto bigger sh*t (Yuh)
Drink some Louis with me, $250 for a sip of this ($250)
Louis jeans, expensive kicks, pullin’ off in tinted whips (Err!)
n*ggas flaked me, but honestly, I don’t give a sh*t (f*ck ‘em)
Never used a n*gga name just to gain a lil fame (Nah)
All you n*ggas, male-groupies runnin’’round hella lame (Hella lame)
Me? I’m in my own lane, Roley cost a whole thang (Yuh)
Get a hunid, move a hunid, n*gga, that ain’t no thang (That ain’t sh*t!)
I was on my knuckles, out of options, then the load came (Yeah)
By the time I was through with ‘em, then some more came (Some more?)
Gotta watch your n*gga that ain’t clappin’ ‘cause you’re bigger
Your n*gga could be your killer, then killers gone kill your n*gga (Wack!)
Move swift and cautious, sold game around bosses (Yeah)
Then, you too can get iced-chains and crosses (Yuh)

[Verse 3: HBK Kidd]
Uh
Meet a person, if you talkin’ numbers – f*ck the main line (Nah)
I know some n*ggas ballin’, and they strugglin’ at the same time (Yeah)
I learned a lot of sh*t, so listen up, I’m givin’ game now
Just soak it up and don’t complain about hearin’ the same rhyme
The b*tch played me years ago to f*ck with a lame guy (Huh)
Now, she wanna f*ck? I’m cool now, because she ain’t fine
A good game of Golf, I’m beatin’ her by a par
Tinted-glass, all you see is diamonds blingin’ in the car (Bow)
A pistol on deck, I need it, I’m a star
Big .40 on my mans, and he gone bring it in the bar (Yeah)
I’m scoopin’ up cheese, she gon’ bring it when I park
Then, do this sh*t tomorrow and repeat it after dark
The P's hit a dub and got a finger ring on the way
Your b*tch can’t stop thinkin’ how this ding-a-ling gonna taste (Ha!)
To have my hands, you’ll cut yours
I count Ben Franks, you count Mount Rushmore’s
It’s a difference, uh