"P.1.G." lyrics
Larry June, Curren$y & The Alchemist Lyrics
[Larry June:]
Go ahead, man
Uh, ay ay ay ay ay
[Curren$y:]
Huh
Kaleidoscope on the coffee table, look at things from all angles
Wraith ceilings, star-spangled, Andretti stay swangin'
Motherfucker, don't tangle or twist it
Don't fuck with the clubs, niggas be in there trippin'
I'ma post at the crib, might invite over some bitches
Black and white motion pictures, Hollywood in the '50s
Rollin' up somethin' sticky, this what my grower just sent me
Underground crazy stupid tracks, huh
Two phones, one gold, nigga, get that dough
Treacherous as chess, not checkers or tic tac toe
Stay fly, stay off stretchers, and stay from them po's
Get high, stay low, niggas out there broke
And they lookin' for a reason to commit treason
Wes tried to knock Ace 'cause he said he wasn't eatin'
That ain't good company, that's wolves in competition over sheep sleepin'
Blood on they paws and they teeth, eyes gleamin'
Full moon, silver spoon, scoopin' sweetener
That money comin' soon, my dog, I can see it
You must believe me, just hope you can trust your people
[Larry June:]
What's happenin', uh, man
Jet Life, T-F-M, A-L-C, what's happenin'
You gotta make sure you focus on the right shit
Time to get some money, quit worrying about the right bitch
God don't make mistakes, my watch is a Nautilus
Paid so long, bitch leave, I don't even trip
Sittin' on my balcony writing all type of shit
Feelin' like a novelist, 'nother M with Alchemist
I mean that actually, ain't talkin' alphabets
Nigga talkin' private jets, 'nother show in Paris
(Sock it to me)
I'm in the SL with Rell
Two of the same phone, both collectin' the mail
Guess I'm the postman, fitted-hat and a scale
Guess I'm the toastman, pro with the vac-seal
Compounding my components, can't stand it
Laid back and left it as is, then played the background
Like a ad-lib, you niggas can't fuck with me
So they talk about me to these hoes that be lovin' me
She met me in-person already, I'm the real thing
Diamonds so big in this ring, I coulda bought a Jeep
What a nigga paid for these jeans, I coulda bought a P
I'm in the Porsche, one hand, sippin' a coffee
Argentina with a Latina
Goals, overachieved it, thankful for my achievements
I just keep eatin', I'm thankful
Focus on winning 'cause nobody gon' save you, what's happenin'
Focus on that chicken 'cause nobody gon' save you, what's happenin'
Uh, Jet Life
A-L-C, T-F-M
Numbers, uh
Ay ay ay ay ay, sock it to me
Go ahead, man
Uh, ay ay ay ay ay
[Curren$y:]
Huh
Kaleidoscope on the coffee table, look at things from all angles
Wraith ceilings, star-spangled, Andretti stay swangin'
Motherfucker, don't tangle or twist it
Don't fuck with the clubs, niggas be in there trippin'
I'ma post at the crib, might invite over some bitches
Black and white motion pictures, Hollywood in the '50s
Rollin' up somethin' sticky, this what my grower just sent me
Underground crazy stupid tracks, huh
Two phones, one gold, nigga, get that dough
Treacherous as chess, not checkers or tic tac toe
Stay fly, stay off stretchers, and stay from them po's
Get high, stay low, niggas out there broke
And they lookin' for a reason to commit treason
Wes tried to knock Ace 'cause he said he wasn't eatin'
That ain't good company, that's wolves in competition over sheep sleepin'
Blood on they paws and they teeth, eyes gleamin'
Full moon, silver spoon, scoopin' sweetener
That money comin' soon, my dog, I can see it
You must believe me, just hope you can trust your people
[Larry June:]
What's happenin', uh, man
Jet Life, T-F-M, A-L-C, what's happenin'
You gotta make sure you focus on the right shit
Time to get some money, quit worrying about the right bitch
God don't make mistakes, my watch is a Nautilus
Paid so long, bitch leave, I don't even trip
Sittin' on my balcony writing all type of shit
Feelin' like a novelist, 'nother M with Alchemist
I mean that actually, ain't talkin' alphabets
Nigga talkin' private jets, 'nother show in Paris
(Sock it to me)
I'm in the SL with Rell
Two of the same phone, both collectin' the mail
Guess I'm the postman, fitted-hat and a scale
Guess I'm the toastman, pro with the vac-seal
Compounding my components, can't stand it
Laid back and left it as is, then played the background
Like a ad-lib, you niggas can't fuck with me
So they talk about me to these hoes that be lovin' me
She met me in-person already, I'm the real thing
Diamonds so big in this ring, I coulda bought a Jeep
What a nigga paid for these jeans, I coulda bought a P
I'm in the Porsche, one hand, sippin' a coffee
Argentina with a Latina
Goals, overachieved it, thankful for my achievements
I just keep eatin', I'm thankful
Focus on winning 'cause nobody gon' save you, what's happenin'
Focus on that chicken 'cause nobody gon' save you, what's happenin'
Uh, Jet Life
A-L-C, T-F-M
Numbers, uh
Ay ay ay ay ay, sock it to me
