Now Songtext
von Larry June

Ayy, look peep game though
Real nigga don′t gotta show too much, nigga
I might come through in a low, in 'Rari, nigga
Sippin Fiji water, nigga
You know I′m saying? Living life though

Word around town, I got them bands right
Word around town, I bought that Benz right
Word around town, I got my shit right
Word around town, I got that big ice
I got my shit together, so you choosing now
I got my shit together, so you choosing now
I got my shit together, so you choosing now
I got my shit together, so you choosing now


I was sitting in the trap, thinking of a plan
If I can get this hoe cracking, I can buy a Benz
But back then, it was hard for me to touch a band
'Cause on the low, that lil' hoe wanted a boyfriend
Took a trip to the A, yeah, I took a chance
Got there, went broke, I was like, "Damn!"
Had to sleep at the airport, I′m like, "Damn!"
Sun told me not to fuck with that ticket, man

I gave it a few months and the bitch blew
For a nigga with a whip and some nice shoes
And that′s when I found out that she wasn't cool
But I let the bitch beg, I′m a damn fool
That's one of the bad things that money can do
And all money ain′t good, learned that from you
And now you wanna come back, bitch, you ain't cool
I got shit to do, bitch, keep it moving

Word around town, I got them bands right
Word around town, I bought that Benz right
Word around town, I got my shit right
Word around town, I got that big ice
I got my shit together, so you choosing now
I got my shit together, so you choosing now
I got my shit together, so you choosing now
I got my shit together, so you choosing now


I might go to Puerto Rico to chill out
Next week, I′m thinking London, this shit real now
I'm tryna make a couple million for my kid now
When I heard Corky died, I was like, "Wow"
Hot boxed in the whip, yeah, I'm in the clouds
Run up on this 650, and it′s going down
Holla at my OG, he fronted a pound
Then I shipped it out of town, watch that money pile

I be riding by myself, ′cause these niggas dirty
I got a hunnid enemies and a hunnid Dro
I got a hunnid Backwoods and a hunnid blunts
And a hunnid bad bitches tryna get it from me
I said, "Excuse me, bitch, why you playing with me?"
I don't wanna talk, if you ain′t talking bands with me
You should fly to Miami and get a tan with me
And maybe you could eat lunch on the sand with me

Before we take this any further, ma, explain to me
Are you on some groupie shit? You acting strange to me
Do you like smoking weed? I love those trees
We can chill by the ocean

Okay now, look-look ma, what's ha′nin'?
I don′t wanna be your boyfriend, that's tragic
I might wanna come over, chill, eat a sandwich
Please, no cameras, no Instagram action
You do it for the lights, you know I do it for the cabbage

Word around town, I got them bands right
Word around town, I bought that Benz right
Word around town, I got my shit right
Word around town, I got that big ice
I got my shit together, so you choosing now
I got my shit together, so you choosing now
I got my shit together, so you choosing now
I got my shit together, so you choosing now