Letra Where i'm going Larry June

Where i'm going

Good job, Dame
You're doing good

Yeah, I'm riding in this coupe, but I don't know where I'm going
I got two hundred on the dash, but I don't know where I'm going
Smoking chops out the bag, but I don't know where I'm going
But I'm straight to the cash, you know where I'm going
When I dip, it's a mothafucking movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Old schools, new schools, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Bank roll, rubber bands, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Doors open on the scrape, it's a movie
You know where I'm going

I just move how I move, I'm on boss status
Ten Gs in my pocket, forty in the cabinet
I'm a mothafucking fiend, I just gotta have it
So I'm back to the trap, stacking more cabbage
Beep, beep, that's my phone selling whoopty-whops
I got whoopties for the low, bitch, add me up (Sock it to me)
Beep beep, money counter, that's another one
You gon' smell gun powder if you talking something
Getting bossed in my office like Bill Clinton
Fell alseep on the yacht, woke up wearing linen
Fell asleep on the plane, woke up to a million
Kind of thought the ho was different, nigga, I was tripping
Got macks in the kitchen like Mickey D
Got a Black bitch, snow, and a Japanese
Yeah, I know I'm lactose, but I got heavy cheese
Never handcuff a ho, let a bitch leave

Yeah, I'm riding in this coupe, but I don't know where I'm going
I got two hundred on the dash, but I don't know where I'm going
Smoking chops out the bag, but I don't know where I'm going
But I'm straight to the cash, you know where I'm going
When I dip, it's a mothafucking movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Old schools, new schools, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Bank roll, rubber bands, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Doors open on the scrape, it's a movie
You know where I'm going

I'm turning corners in the scrape, but I don't know where I'm going
I got this Patek on my wrist, but I don't know where I'm going
I'm 'bout to meet up with this bitch, but I don't know what we doing
Keep that whoopty on my waist 'cause I don't know where we going
Something sticky in this chop, nigga, that's what I'm blowing
Made her put it in my palm 'cause I know she going
Made her put it in my palm 'cause I know she going
Made her put it in my palm 'cause I know she going

Yeah, I'm riding in this coupe, but I don't know where I'm going
I got two hundred on the dash, but I don't know where I'm going
Smoking chops out the bag, but I don't know where I'm going
But I'm straight to the cash, you know where I'm going
When I dip, it's a mothafucking movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Old schools, new schools, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Bank roll, rubber bands, it's a movie
But I don't know where I'm going
Doors open on the scrape, it's a movie
You know where I'm going

Goddamn
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Good job
Damn
Aye, aye, aye, ooh
Sheesh, yee