Recaro Seats - Larry June

Check

I ain’t never been to Cuba before

But I got two around my neck

Somethin' slight though

Check, aye aye aye, aye aye

Mane

Dang

Check

Yea

Aye aye aye, aye aye

Black ASC, stock Recaro seats

Now every time she see the ragtop she think of me (goddamn)

Park it right next to the 'Vette for no reason

Let her stay the night then dropped the bitch at Four Seasons (numbers)

Every time I drop a new tape I cop new pieces (yeah)

I don’t even gotta do a show, I’m still eating

I don’t need shit from a bitch, but still keep it

The beat make me wanna cop a rope and two beepers

Quarter mil' spent on a whip and still feastin'

Show my young niggas in the hood that they can get it

I’m hittin' 150 down Bob Speedway

Race the M6 on my way to John Daly

I’ve been shopping at Trader Joe’s crazy lately

Cleaning my Rolex watching movies from the 80's

I ain’t rode my bike in a month, I’ve been craving

Calculating every fucking cent I’ve been saving

Man, Recaro Seats nigga

These muhfuckin' heated

Something slight, nigga

Numbers

Getaway whip, got it parked in Emeryville

Five dollar white tee but I’m worth a mil'

It’s magic, roof disappear, Copperfield

I’m sitting on my couch, negotiating deals

It’s money overseas, that’s something that I need

She’s been tryna give me that since 2015 (off-top)

Life of a Mack, thousand dollar lamps

If it make sense nigga, go on and get the cash

Gotta have a plan, take care the fam

Make sure the tires on the whip wiped down

Anything under ten thous' I just laugh

You gotta understand, love, my time is valuable

Never show your hand

The bitch got you heartbroken, I’m counting up bands

I gotta stay focused

Views of the ocean, Louis V loafers

Even when I ain’t have nothing bitch, I wasn’t hopeless

What’s happening

Recaro seats, nigga

Aye aye aye, aye aye aye

Gahdamn

Peanut butter seats nigga, something slight

Numbers

Good job Recaro

Shit

Mane

Numbers

Aye aye aye, aye aye aye