Larry June – Casual Monday (Lyrics & Video)

Casual Monday – Larry June Lyrics

You know, casual Monday and shit

Might pull up in that good one and all that

Bend a corner and all that

Shit way too easy for me

Ooh, Goddamn, nigga, hundred thousand on the engine

Bendin' corners on you niggas (Damn)

Dip—dip—dip through, hit the block on some other shit

Brand new everything when I'm stepping in

I'm a cool-ass nigga, but the weapon in

I'm a cool-ass nigga, but the weapon in

'Cause I don't really want no drama, but these niggas hate

Really hate to see a smooth nigga touching cake

Really hate to see me diamond rocking every day

Really hate to see me timin' rocking every day (Rolex)

Really hate to see me tomahawkin' every steak (Good kind)

Bitch, that's three hundred for the fucking steak

Bitch, it's three hundred when it's time to skate

Dipping, rolling up another eighth (Sock it to me)

Do it for the whole motherfucking gang (TFM)

TFM the whole motherfucking gang

Re-up on the bag, and I'm never late

They call me Tio Larry when I'm coppin' weight

I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that

Vibe like that, ride like that

They wonder why I shine like that

They wonder why my pockets so fat

I done came up

All this fucking player shit a nigga do

All this fucking money I done ran through

All this fucking money that a nigga made

I done came up, now they wanna hate (Good job)

A casual Monday, chick from the runway

Ice like Sunday, tryna dodge a gunplay

Damn, it's a good day, banana on a good K

Jamming up the 280, fresher than a new baby

Not with the bullshit, not about to fuck around

Put it in the pot, use the left wrist to stir 'round

Smoke out the whole pound, don't wanna collab'

Don't really need a lot, Sunday, so I drove the 'Rag

Parked and I load the mag, where the baking soda at?

Where the Motorola at? Real nigga 'fore the rap

Real nigga hold it down, ain't no controlling that

It's enough to go around, real nigga knowing that

I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that

Vibe like that, ride like that

They wonder why I shine like that

They wonder why my pockets so fat

I done came up

All this fucking player shit a nigga do

All this fucking money I done ran through

All this fucking money that a nigga made

I done came up, now they wanna hate

I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that

Vibe like that, ride like that

I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that

Vibe like that, ride like-

I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that

Vibe like that, ride like-

I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that

Vibe like that, ride like that