Strippers and Blues - Larry June

Try to count a nigga out, Imma run it up

Smokin' on this herb got me high as fuck

I’m in Toronto with a cool slut

She suck a nigga up and gave me 20 of 'em

Damn, I’m talkin' big shit

You ain’t gotta know me but respect this

I don’t really give a fuck, make a nigga rich

I drink expensive lemonade, rock designer kicks

Birds in the kitchen like

XD by my bed help me sleep more

Why you niggas hatin' on me for

I’m puttin in work like amigo

touchdown now it’s movies

Jewels on nigga even in jacuzzi

I’m not a trick bitch you cannot use me

Bro you fresh outside you a newbie

Baby got back I could set a cup on it

Glock so hot I could barely even hold it

Money on my mind when I wake up in the morning

Baby quit callin' my phone I don’t want it

Big (big) bank (bank) ballin (ballin) cake (cake)

Ass (ass) shake (shake) Ass (ass) shake (shake)

I don’t give a fuck

On mommas

Fuck talkin' bout it lil nigga run it up

Everything I say is real rap

I don’t think you niggas really trap

Like my ATL niggas no cap

Crack a bitch like what’s happening

Money money money keep stacking

This beat slappin'

Make some noise for my nigga, he goin' crazy

These niggas all bluffin', pure rap

Everything a nigga got, pure trap

Yo girlfriend gon' kill you for talkin' that

You need to go n' get some money witcho stalkin' ass

Yeah, it’s true, I really got the bitch

You was doin' too much drugs had to knock the bitch

I just gotta trap out bitch

Off top real nigga that’s how I’m fuckin' wit it

Baby got back I could set a cup on it

Glock so hot I could barely even hold it

Money on my mind when I wake up in the morning

Baby quit callin' my phone I don’t want it

Big (big) bank (bank) ballin (ballin) cake (cake)

Ass (ass) shake (shake) Ass (ass) shake (shake)

I don’t give a fuck

On mommas

Fuck talkin' bout it lil nigga run it up