"Larry's Diner pt. 2" lyrics

It's so many numbers on my fuckin' schedule
I reached in the cooler with the emeralds all in my bezel
Before I pulled off, gotta check the levels
Pocket full of Jacksons, I'm just stackin', I ain't spendin' nothin'
Yellow Bottega with a number, they only made a few
G-Wagon all up the 5, I shoulda took the coupe
Organized crime, gotta stay organized when you playin' with them pies
Sometimes I'm wakin' up with cold sweats
Nigga wanna snake me
Watch cost a eighty
Katie with a snare, lil' tuck in the Mercedes
I'm way too advanced, I'm Sea Ranch tannin'
You brought sand to the beach, I brought snow to Alaska
My income passive, portfolio massive
I'm chillin', checkin' the irrigation at the castle
In a 296, I'm spinnin', turnt off the traction

Soon as the Michelins hit the tarmac, I'm straight to it
These youngs prayin' that they get a call back
I want it all, so I make sure I spend my time wisely
Articulate myself well when talkin' dollars
My seat back as I'm cruisin' through the sunset
Hunnids so new, I ain't even get to thumb yet
I'm tellin' nigga, "Get down or lay down"
We takin' over shit, we want ownership, equity
Cuttin' off anything with ho tendencies
Don't pity me, swimming pool infinity
You minuscule, I'm big league, dustin' off my 'Rari keys
Uh, 296s, SF90s
Matted-out Ducatis, chromed-out Walley
Tilted to the side, watch that shit get to droppin'
I had dreams of that Mazi
Woke up in a Bentley on my way to Serramonte
Fuck it, who coppin'?

Uh, goddamn
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Damn
296s, SF90s
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Goddamn
Sock it to me
Uh
Good job