Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lifetime Income, artist - Larry June. Date of issue: 19.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lifetime Income |
| I hear these niggas talkin' on the 'net, I just left the bank |
| I’m 'bout to cop the crib with the built-in fish tank |
| Eatin' on this empanada, the bitch with me from Grenada |
| This on some real healthy nigga shit, I might save the nation |
| Three solid ropes on, money was the conversation |
| Wipin' down the bullets for my .9, I know niggas hatin' |
| Stop killin' niggas over hoes, man, that shit maney |
| Stay up on your grind, my nigga, go and get some paper |
| Driver picked me up, I said peace to the bell man |
| This not my girlfriend, we just eatin' crab legs |
| You can come and get the chick back, I got too many of 'em |
| Barely get to drive, my nigga, but I got plenty of 'em |
| See me in the view, then I’m probably out with Paypa Boy |
| See me in the Point, I’m to the neck and never paranoid |
| Man, these niggas suckers for these hoes, I got no remorse |
| I’m out wine tastin' with the bitch, lookin' at a Porsche |
| I’m lookin' at that GT2, not the 3 |
| Everything I do is topnotch, I’ma need that fee |
| If I wasn’t tatted, then I’ll probably look like Lionel Richie |
| The only person I depend on, nigga, me |
| The only person I depend on, nigga, me |
| (Look, numbers, nigga) |
| I’m done playin' with you lil niggas, I’m talkin' big bread |
| Every time you look at my neck, nigga, that’s brick-fed |
| Baby get around, but it’s nowhere that I’ve never been |
| Everything I say, she go do, it is what it is |
| Stop pillow-talkin' to these hoes, man, you lookin' simp |
| I bet she got my name in her phone under «that's him» |
| Say she got her heart broke, and she need some time to chill |
| I told baby I don’t wanna hit, you need time to heal |
| Whippin' up a smoothie, countin' hundreds, watchin' Shark Tank |
| I think she really only fuck with me 'cause I got big bank |
| But I am not a trick, I might buy you food, give you dick |
| Put you on game, every now and then, take a trip |
| Alkaline water, took a sip and went and washed the whip |
| Compact whop on my hip incase a nigga trip |
| What’s hannin', nigga? |
| Numbers, nigga |
| TFM, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| And I’ma always talk this shit, bitch, you know I’m sayin'? |
| I don’t even get my mofuckin' fingernails dirty, bitch |
| You know I’m sayin? |
| Look at these, nigga, numbers, you know I’m sayin'? |
| Good job, Larry, sock it to me |
| And everything I do organic, bitch, quit- quit playin' with me |
| Hahaha, man, lookin' good, sweetheart, numbers |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |