Healthy (Feat. Jazz Cartier)

Goddamn Good job 1st Verse 1: Larry June Get your money up and then you go to war err, err, err Tell it like Sons of Anarchy, biker boy damn, damn, damn Wrist on ten, did it again yeehee, yeehee I might never ever smoke a swish again Bust-bust-bust-bustdown Rollie, spent Ask my jeweler racks nigga Orange face on it got a nigga dancing stupid I wonder how it feel to make a million off of music god The most underrated ayy bitch, hand me that Uzi Six bags for the Chanel bag, she be swaggin' Balenciaga croptop, goin' crazy Drop-top, two bops, a Mercedes Bitch stpo, don't play, gotta pay me yeehee, yeah baby Going through the pain, barely see the gain Hit it when I can, fuck the rap game Chorus: Larry June Healthy nigga Fast cars, weed smoke Bad bitches, yeah I got 'em by the flock She want a healthy nigga She want a healthy nigga Trap, trap nigga Fast cars, weed smoke Bad bitches, yeah I got 'em by the flock She want a healthy nigga She want a healthy nigga Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy Verse 2: Jazz Cartier Always on the job, Bentley or the Mas' First I take my girl to yoga then I take her to the spa Bitch I'm from Toronto, ain't nobody switchin' sides Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen when I'm whippin' up a pie I got two types of hoes, fried chickens and the salads A stripper and a regular, I gotta keep the blanace I'm posted up in Bali's with a chick I met from Dallas She said Cuzzi how come you nothing like all these other rappers First off baby I exfoliate If your Rollie fake I do not associate Told my agent up the price, don't negotiate No no no, I'm no masseuse baby, but I do do facials Jacuzzi Chorus: Larry June Healthy nigga Fast cars, weed smoke Bad bitches, yeah I got 'em by the flock She want a healthy nigga She want a healthy nigga Trap-trap nigga Fast cars, weed smoke Bad bitches, yeah I got 'em by the flock She want a healthy nigga She want a healthy nigga Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy Verse 3: Larry June I just bought another Rollie 'cause I wanted one goddamn They try to rob me shit, I keep the forty yes lord Lemon squeeze, Glock tucked in my bitch bag That's a Birkin ayy, my pockets swollen I got-I got model hoes shit, I got normals goddamn Hit it from the back, make a porno yes lord I'm that nigga real me, I'm that guy yeehee I missed your cup, I was high sorry sweetie I got neck at Benihanas ayy ayy ayy She said she wanna suck it yeehee, she was honest good job I sent that bitch to Trader Joes for some sake sake She chose up, yeah I got her yes lord, sock it to me Ayy ayy ayy Chorus: Larry June Healthy nigga Fast cars, weed smoke Bad bitches, yeah I got 'em by the flock She want a healthy nigga She want a healthy nigga Trap nigga Fast cars, weed smoke Bad bitches, yeah I got 'em by the flock She want a healthy nigga She want a healthy nigga Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy