Larry June – In My Pockets (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Larry June unveils the piecce of new music which is titled “In My Pockets”.

Larry June In My PocketsLarry June made a triumphant return earlier this month with his “Private Valet” single, and now, the California native is following that up with his latest effort – a track that reveals just how important his money is to him called “In My Pockets.”

The song’s accompanying music video was directed by LX and finds our lyricist taking over Paris while enjoying all that the European city has to offer, from the Eiffel tour to the finest restaurants.

Larry June – In My Pockets

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Man, uh
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
Sh, sh, sh, man
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy (Damn), God
See how I’m coming, nigga, man
Nigga, I took that shit overseas and shit (Mhm), haha
Damn, Cardo (Shit crazy)

[Verse 1]
A nice day in the city, so I’m whippin’ for real (Damn, whippin’ for real)
The sun is out (Uh), I closed the deal (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
One thing about these dudes, they be mad for nothin’ (They be mad for nothin’)
Nigga, get off your ass, it’s a life to live (Life to live)
I’m pushing the lines (Pushing the lines), my shoes designer (Shoes designer)
And I don’t want to fuck if we ain’t using a condom
I’m a fresh-ass nigga with a check on hand (With a check on hand)
I like girls from Oakland, but I’m a Frisco man (Frisco man)
Hold on, bitch, you had a chance then blew it (Chance then blew it)
Fucking with them little niggas, bitch, you must be stupid (Must be stupid)
I’m a boss, and I boss up daily (Up daily)
Niggas changing over money, man, this shit getting shady (Shady)
I’m rollin’ up a ‘Wood (Damn) while I chill on my balcony (Balcony)
Niggas know what’s happenin’, I get on a nigga casually (Casually)
Drop top vehicles and pretty-ass women (Pretty ass women)
June, where you been? I been four lane switching (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)

[Chorus]
I been all around the world, nigga, gettin’ to a bag (Uh)
Nigga, money in my pocket (Damn), nigga, money in my pocket, nigga (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
If you want to make somethin’, then you got to take a chance
Nigga, money in my pocket (Damn), nigga, money in my pocket, nigga
Living life every day, nigga, fuck what they said
Nigga, money in my pocket (Damn), nigga, money in my pocket, nigga (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
I been all around the world, nigga, gettin’ to a bag (Good job)
Nigga, money in my pocket, nigga, money in my pocket, nigga (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)

[Post Chorus]
G-bodies (G-bodies), fifties (Fifties)
‘Vettes with no sleeves (Good job, Larry, no sleeves)
Movin’ (Movin’), keepin’ it P (Sheesh)
Twenty Gs in these cargo jeans (Damn, uh, sock it to me)

[Verse 2]
I’m dippin’ up the block and my speakers is knocking (And my speakers is knocking)
Everything clean, so these hoes is jockin’ (Hoes is jockin’)
Pulled up on a bad-ass bitch named Tasha (Bitch named Tasha)
Then bent a couple corners on that black Ducati (Keep goin’)
I’m on a different mode, got her bent over, mhm (Ayy)
Baby got back, so I’m pullin’ up, mhm (Sheesh)
Ten stacks in the knap’, wop, nigga, mhm (Ayy)
They be like, “That’s a nice watch,” I’m like, “Mhm” (Keep goin’)
I’m feeling good today, I fucked around and bought her Goyard (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
Money in the walls and the flo’, I feel like Ozark (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
Skylarks, 442s and them Novas (Novas)
Everything legit (Sheesh), I ain’t trippin’ off the rollers

[Chorus]
I been all around the world, nigga, gettin’ to a bag (Uh)
Nigga, money in my pocket (Damn), nigga, money in my pocket, nigga (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
If you want to make somethin’, then you got to take a chance
Nigga, money in my pocket (Damn), nigga, money in my pocket, nigga
Living life every day, nigga, fuck what they said
Nigga, money in my pocket (Damn), nigga, money in my pocket, nigga (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
I been all around the world, nigga, gettin’ to a bag (Good job)
Nigga, money in my pocket, nigga, money in my pocket, nigga

[Post Chorus]
G-bodies (G-bodies), fifties (Fifties)
‘Vettes with no sleeves (Good job, Larry, with no sleeves)
Movin’ (Movin’), keepin’ it P (Sheesh)
Twenty Gs in these cargo jeans

Larry June In My Pockets