[Intro: Larry June]

Man, uh

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Shit, man, huh, groovy

Sock it to me, shit

Yeehee

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]

Cocaine stain on the cellophane

Open toed shoes in the rain, she still do her thang

Twenty-four hour diner with coffee, playing Coltrane

I let her hit the bag, she make the blade look like the runway

She always talking Paris, I'm like "Baby, maybe one day"

Or Spain, I would like to do it all but it’s a cold game

Smile so perfect, you would think she work for Colgate

I know it's 6 AM but for a thousand, need another day

She tired, I understand, I'm tired too, but these are the breaks

Kurtis Blow said it in the ’80s, make no mistake

Rain jacket smelling like Newports and a half a eighth

I order another coffee and vanilla piece of pound cake

Hear a purse clinging, heels clicking, make the ground shake

Driver pick us up around the corner, off of Broadway

Lady of the night, do it right, all in broad day

Hundreds falling out of every pocket in the hallway

[Chorus: Larry June]

Now, hold on sweetie

You too near me not to hear me

Looking like a basket of love

Baby, you know I want it, want it

Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I like 'em lowkey, I like 'em slim thick

I love it how them Air Max match your outfit

How you doing, love? You my top pick

Let's go hiking, bitch, let's make a lot of chips

[Verse 2: Larry June]

1987 all gray, love, I'm on my way

Half Moon Bay, champagne, it's that type of day

Take my time with it, spend a little, but put more away

I know you kinda sleepy, but for a thousand, shit, we need that date

Turned the Renegade to full gold, took me two days

Had her on the 1, switching lanes, rolling hella j's

Took her to my crib, she was amazed, I whipped up a steak

Secret location in Las Vegas, I got the play

My cheese on fire, at [?], bitch, I spent eighty

I killed her with the swag and this brand new Chanel fragrance

Light a couple candles, orange juice and a lil’ bagel

Put the Rollie up for a minute, then I kept it simple

[Chorus: Larry June]

How you doing, baby?

What you here for tonight?

You doing good

Sock it to me

Baby, you know I want it, want it (Uh, groovy, shit)

Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Man, yeehee)

I like ’em lowkey, I like 'em slim thick

I love it how them Air Max match your outfit

How you doing, love? You my top pick

Let’s go hiking, bitch, let's make a lot of chips

[Outro: Larry June]

I'm not here for the bullshit, baby

I'm here for the whole grip

Sock it to me, uh