Numbers Don't Lie - Larry June

Aye baby, hand me some green tea?

Check, good job

You’re doing good, bitch

Mmm, scrumptious!

Check, numbers

Aye aye aye

Bruce Wayne coupe, if I need we can get away

Fake niggas hate it when I rap, they feel some type of way

«June ain’t really 'bout that life"that's what they like to say

«He had that song Glock 40 but that was way back in the day»

Instead of pillow talking to the bitch, you should find a way to make it off

your mama couch and go and get some real K

You stuck in a record deal, I’m working on my seventh tape

And I own my masters lil' nigga, better get it straight

Merchandise crackin' off the dribble, had to make it shake

Niggas sell they soul for 100K, to me that’s crazy

Then drop 50 on a chain, that’s a damn shame

I see you got the Jays, but your son ain’t ate in days

Soft ass nigga, got the bitch on a fuckin' leash

Me, I’m lookin' at the 2020 while I smoke keesh

Touch down in ATL, lookin' for a Georgia peach

Taking pictures of my 'Vette but really I ain’t drove in weeks

I don’t got a million dollars yet but give me two weeks

OT, two free, just me, nigga yee

Dre touched down, now I’m looking at some real estate

Gotta put this money somewhere besides the fuckin' bank

Everything got a price tag, how much you tryna pay?

If you think you know everything, how you gon' elevate?

Bucket hat, dark shades, seven dollar lemonade

Make no excuses, go hard until your money straight

Almost bought a vintage 911 just the other day

Pap' pulled up, white fox, he was tryna race (numbers)

Should I keep going to be stoppin' but it’s goin' crazy

They like «goddamn nigga, didn’t you just drop a tape?»

I ain’t go platinum just yet but I got faith

Just a white tee and a chain but I got taste

They like «damn June, didn’t them Nikes drop in '88?»

(Aye aye aye, aye aye aye)