Bad JuJu lyrics

[Intro: Larry June]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Larry June]
In my living room, just chillin', countin’ paper
Chair cost a lot, it done started conversation
Two cribs in the Bay, one for staycation
Casual lil' dinner, six hundred at Crustacean's
Quick lil’ trap, red bottoms hit the pavement
Mason Cafe when I drop the location
She put it on the table then we started word exchangin'
A caramel latte as I browse through the paper
I been doing this since the plastic on the couch and sh*t
Eating top notch, man, I can't even pronounce the sh*t
I don't got no time, love, I'm out of it
Never been the type to play the lottеry
Puttin' in work like a college kid
Wholе time, I was on some modest sh*t
June, why you so nonchalant and sh*t?
Spent three hundred, don't acknowledge it
Guarantee my sh*t hold value, kid
Came from nothin', now we really having sh*t
Running up another one
Nah, this the other one
Had to turn the oven up
Twenty-four cookin’ up
Tipped the valet a hundred upon pulling up
Parked my sh*t right in the front
I’m just grabbin' somethin’
What's happenin'?
[Interlude: Roc Marciano]
Y'all n*ggas look bad, man
Y’all n*ggas look like y'all be shoppin' at Macy's, man

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Prayed and fasted 'til the most high gave me answers
Two ladies naked on the table look like angels dancing
Every tramp in the stable got manners
My face alone demand that you pay me handsome
My mink touch the ankles when I'm standing
Cartier bangles on my hands, was on some hand-in-hand sh*t
Standard sh*t, been pimpin' and panderin'
Wearing drip, the two go together hand-in-hand like companionship
Any b*tch abandon ship I ain't trippin', this ain't a marriage
But even parents split, sh*t happens
I don't do tit-for-tat, last I heard you was doing voodoo magic
Using witchcraft, rumor has it
You could feel the bad juju in you
And your flat is a small one-bedroom in Manhattan
With just a stool and a mattress
A shrine with a flick of me in a Gucci jacket
Had to be spooky, I imagine (Scary)
But it's accurate, put that on my rap career
I don't do the cap in here
You hiding under your cap like you have no hair
I got an afro and a beard
I'm a pharaoh, we actually have the same exact head
Everything whole silhouette
I just know if the pillowcases ain't silk, I can't get no rest
[Outro: Roc Marciano]
I don't sleep on cotton, b*tch
Get around
I'm sorry I hollered at you
Okay?
I accept your apology
Alright, I wanna ask you something
Hmm, well, if you're asking if, do I sleep alone every night of the week? I'd have to say no
So what are you asking?