[Intro: Larry June]
n***a I might go to L.A. tomorrow
Nah f** that I'ma hit Seattle
Nah f** it I'ma hit Diego
f** it I'ma hit the A town
n***a get your motherf**ing money up
n***a I might hit New York in the morning n***a
n***a have your b**h, n***a giving me sun-dried tomatoes for breakfast, n***a
Got the b**h taking walks and sh** now
The b**h say she in tune with life
Told the b**h run to Whole Foods n***a
Get me some distilled water, and a protein shake
Damn, in that trap b**h
[Verse 1: Larry June]
Don't hit a n***a phone, tripping off the b**h
I'm really having money, I'm f**ing hood rich
The punk b**h chose, she on a n***a line
She gave me twenty thousand and some all black nines
I'm mobbing through the point, two-tone semi
Try to rob me, I'm busting 'til this b**h empty
Both cell phones cracking, man I could have bought a Bentley
Know some n***as in New Jersey, real project n***as
I don't do no motherf**ing c**aine
I'm too busy sending hoes, gettin paid
Man my Vegas b**h, she love playing the blade
Last night she brought a n***a 6k
Hit a n***a line, prices going up, shop now, hurry up and buy
I see it in your eyes, you a f** n***a
You ain't really 'bout it, n***a you a liar
Dropped outta high school, got the work for the low
Sold the sh** for the higher
22 inch three piece, n***a 300 just for the f**ing tire
God damn young n***a f**ing balling
God damn
[Hook]
I'm perfect
Damn right b**h I'm Mr. Perfect
(b**h I'm doing terrific)
Hoe, I'm perfect
(Good Job Soldado)
Everything I do is f**ing worth it (sh**!)
(b**h) (God Damn!)
Perfect
(Ouch, damn, darn)
I'm perfect
b**h, damn
I'm perfect
Everything I do is f**ing perfect
[Verse 2: Larry June]
Drive the whip like a race car
Bend the corner knock your f**ing face off
Hit my j**eler said he got the Rollie with the red face
Now I'm sh**ting on em
Rental car taxin', So I said f** it
Went and took my f**ing plates off
On the interstate, 5 pounds of marijuana, Even getting shake off
I'm feeling like a chemist, on your head like a dentist
We don't never leave a witness, b**h n***a
Forgiato spinning, I might f** the b**h and take her out to dinner
Put her on the blade, now she moving fast
I done made the b**h a sprinter
Why the f** you playing with me?
My money up, I don't be around
Put a ten on your head
Damn, you n***as getting too old
I just knocked two hoes
I just poured two fours
Now I'm feeling like Kobe
I need a Whole Foods endorsement
Eating kale with a white b**h, she was tired of the square sh**
She love how a n***a ice hit
On the phone with my black b**h
My Asian b**h worth 100 bricks
I'm the father to this rap sh**, my DJs rock Raf Simons
God damn
Yes Lord
[Hook]
I'm perfect
Damn right b**h I'm Mr. Perfect
(b**h I'm doing terrific)
Hoe, I'm perfect
(Good Job Soldado)
Everything I do is f**ing worth it (sh**!)
(b**h) (God Damn!)
Perfect
(Ouch, damn, darn)
I'm perfect
b**h, damn (God damn)
I'm perfect (sh**!)
Everything I do is f**ing perfect