Lyrics Strippers and Blues - Larry June

Strippers and Blues

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