Jazz Cartier - Healthy lyrics

[Intro: Larry June] Goddamn Good job 1st [Verse 1: Larry June] Get your money up and then you go to war (err, err, err) Tell it like Sons of Anarchy, biker boy (damn, damn, damn) Wrist on ten, did it again (yeehee, yeehee) I might never ever smoke a swish again Bust-bust-bust-bustdown Rollie, spent Ask my j**eler (racks n***a) Orange face on it got a n***a dancing stupid I wonder how it feel to make a million off of music (god) The most underrated (ayy b**h, hand me that Uzi) Six bags for the Chanel bag, she be swaggin’ Balenciaga croptop, goin’ crazy Drop-top, two bops, a Mercedes b**h stpo, don’t play, gotta pay me (yeehee, yeah baby) Going through the pain, barely see the gain Hit it when I can, f** the rap game [Chorus: Larry June] Healthy n***a Fast cars, weed smoke Bad b**hes, yeah I got ’em by the flock She want a healthy n***a She want a healthy n***a Trap n***a Fast cars, weed smoke Bad b**hes, yeah I got ’em by the flock She want a healthy n***a She want a healthy n***a Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy [Verse 2: Jazz Cartier] Always on the job, Bentley or the Mas’ First I take my girl to yoga then I take her to the spa b**h I’m from Toronto, ain’t nobody switchin’ sides Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen when I’m whippin’ up a pie I got two types of hoes, fried chickens and the salads A stripper and a regular, I gotta keep the blanace I’m posted up in Bali’s with a chick I met from Dallas She said Cuzzi how come you nothing like all these other rappers? First off baby I exfoliate If your Rollie fake I do not a**ociate Told my agent up the price, don’t negotiate No no no, I’m no ma**euse baby, but I do do facials (Jacuzzi) [Chorus: Larry June] Healthy n***a Fast cars, weed smoke Bad b**hes, yeah I got ’em by the flock She want a healthy n***a She want a healthy n***a Trap-trap n***a Fast cars, weed smoke Bad b**hes, yeah I got ’em by the flock She want a healthy n***a She want a healthy n***a Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy [Verse 3: Larry June] I just bought another Rollie ’cause I wanted one (goddamn) They try to rob me (sh**), I keep the forty (yes lord) Lemon squeeze, Glock tucked in my b**h bag That’s a Birkin (ayy), my pockets swollen I got-I got model hoes (sh**), I got normals (goddamn) Hit it from the back, make a p**no (yes lord) I’m that n***a (real me), I’m that guy (yeehee) I missed your cup, I was high (sorry sweetie) I got neck at Benihanas (ayy ayy ayy) She said she wanna s** it (yeehee), she was honest (good job) I sent that b**h to Trader Joes for some saké (saké) She chose up, yeah I got her (yes lord, sock it to me) Ayy ayy ayy [Chorus: Larry June] Healthy n***a Fast cars, weed smoke Bad b**hes, yeah I got ’em by the flock She want a healthy n***a She want a healthy n***a Trap n***a Fast cars, weed smoke Bad b**hes, yeah I got ’em by the flock She want a healthy n***a She want a healthy n***a Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy