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Money Still The Reason Lyrics


Larry June Money Still The Reason

[Intro]
Ayy, these hoes gon' do what they wanna do mayne
Get some money, nigga
Man
And bitch, don't be claimin' me (Ayy, Sledgren, bring them sounds up one time)
Straight up (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1]
5 a.m. writin' down my goals, I got bigger plans
Pray for better days, but I had to go and make it happen
Stay up on your game, think bigger, nigga, you can have it
We can sip this juice and get some money, but I can't do the marriage
What's happenin', though? Plain Jane watch, kept it casual
Mashin' on, G-O-D, I need a classy ho
Shrimp fried rice, homemade, by the Ruger though
You probably never see me on the scene, my life a movie though
Pulled out the Vette, met baby at The Container Store
Bought a bookcase and something to hold this paperwork
I had a little issue with my Nash, I brought it to Mo
Slid across the bridge real quick, now I'm in the O

[Interlude]
Money be the reason
Man, money be the reason, yeah

[Verse 2]
When I had that spot in Jack London, I was four-deep
Low-key, but if you knew me, you knew I was eatin'
Monterey with my bottom bitch, quick conversation
Make sure you stay on your toes, I got a flight to Asia
Back when I'm at it, the six, I really took them trips
Sacrificed years in the game, but it got me rich
Life's a trip, gotta keep going, it's a lot to get
Came a long way, now my face on designer kicks
You spendin' too much time with these hoes, nigga, get some chicken
These bitches gon' do what they do, nigga, keep it pimpin'
We only live one life, so I keep at least four
"June is you gon' ever settle down?" I don't know
Bitch, you hella sexy, though, love it when we sexual
We get intellectual (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lookin' at your pretty face, make me wanna lock it in
But then I think again, man
[Outro]
Check it out, money be the reason
Ayy, shout out my nigga Coupe, too
And my nigga AG
Money be the reason, man, numbers
Swang, swang, swang, swang (Man, and bitch, don't just keep lookin')
Dip, dip, dip, dip (What's happenin'?)
Swang, swang, swang, swang (Damn)
Dip, dip, dip, dip (Man, bitch, you gotta quit playin' with me)
Numbers, nigga
Good job, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, Sledgren, bring them sounds up one time


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