Album Cover Turkish Cotton

Turkish Cotton

Larry June

7

Ayy, damn, uh

Yeah, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy

Man, deviated leather in this 911

Bend a corner, I′m on Hayes Street copping a windbreaker

Details, spent five hunnid for the salt shaker

Las Vegas, at the crap table bettin' big paper

Courtside, mackin′ on a (oh) in my Invisalign

So many whips I cannot decide, check it out

Do a couple numbers in the morning then I'm smashin' out

Havin′ more money than we havin′ clout, what's a drought?

Keep it goin′?

Streets sayin' I′m the coldest out

Press a little button, it'll park itself, add me up

Got a couple hustles on the side, pass a big cup

Can′t put your eggs all in just one, ya hear me?

Yeah, you got one but not this one, ya hear me?

This about 60Gs, dipped fresh, you hear me?

(I don't think you heard what I said)

Thank you for them keys, baby

Now I gotta run some errands

But when I come back, please

Have a nigga somethin' cooked

Yes, love

You know I got you, baby

Sock it to me, uh

James Bond coupe with the ceramic brakes

Out the way, eatin′ on these crumpets, but it′s sad to say

Niggas hate, got six banks just to keep it safe

Made this shit happen by myself, I ain't ask for favors

Thinkin′ 'bout Seattle, I just might go out and golf with Jake

You niggas be weak for these hoes, I be out the way

Dom P, I done made millions with Sean C

I done cashed out for the ′Rari, nigga, no lease

Not flexin', just showin′ niggas that you can eat

Nigga, I was just dead broke in 2017

Merchandise, my nigga, you gotta keep the merchandise

Work it right, get it to the people, push a hard line

Start a corporation and bet on yourself every time

Put 'em on payroll, make sure yo' taxes right

Ayy-ayy

Start a corporation and bet on yourself every time

Put ′em on payroll, make sure yo′ taxes right

Make sure yo' taxes right, numbers (ayy-ayy)

Alchemist, what′s happenin'? (Good job)