Текст песни Art Talk - Boldy James , Larry June , The Alchemist

Valet
Five-star Michelin type shit, nah mean?
Sweetheart, make sure my knife sharpened, nah mean?
Very peaceful
Numbers
HI, what's happenin'? Yeah

Five-star, trap spot, St. Regis, Marriott
Art talk, Basquiat, never see me, out a lot
Real estate, private stock, ceramic brakes, black drop
Got it off the blacktop, curtains when the mag pops

These the best memories, millionaire tendencies (damn)
Lemon squeeze, Jeezy clean, James Bond, new machine (numbers)
Reservation book for three, choppin' game, sippin' tea (check)
Hunnid G's, new piece, houses off of coca leaves

Takin' walks and shit (takin' walks and shit)
Birds chirpin' (birds chirpin')
Juice sippin' (juice sippin')
And bitch, you know I'm gon' do numbers
Check it out, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Alright, next summer, we pullin' down on niggas
Like what's poppin', Kermit? (Grrr, do-do-do-do-do)
Yeah, that way
What else?

Them niggas that you told on, they just got released (go home)
Blow so strong, the pack magnifique
Snow cones in my masterpiece (ayy)
Low pro rims factory
El Satchel Paige, what's the fuckin' verdict?
No more happy days, double cup of courage
Crabs in the barrel, he a fuckin' hermit (uh-huh)
Young and snatchin' chains, tell him tuck his Turkish

'Fore we catch his friend, hang him up and rope him
Have him tag his friend, every day they post 'em
Heavy play's in motion 'cause that broke nigga shit
Will rub off on you quicker than some lotion
Never get upset or caught up in emotion (Never)
Fuckin' bad bitches from Detroit to Oakland
I tell all my hoes to CC with me (What else?)
You either cuttin' checks or causin' commotion

New thunderclouds off the Prada jacket
You would think these niggas'll be proud of Jackson
Goin' out in style, I'm a dyin' fashion
I'll be Saks Fifth-in', she be Donna Sacs-in'
Born ballin', that's a fun fact (ayy)
I'll be Oretha-in' with the drum slappers, stuck in drug traffic
Told her daughter father, he a cornball, and you a crumb snatcher

Hunnid strips in the four-door Hyundai
Can't promise you it ain't gon' be no more gunplay (skrrt)
Always knew that I'll roll dope one day (for real)
Fuck a bitch, out her 401k
Hey, June, it's only 12 noon
I already seen more paper than the mailroom
Cache tight-knit, you got everything
Comin' full circle under the pale moon, where we at with it?

Five-star, trap spot, St. Regis, Marriott
Art talk, Basquiat, never see me, out a lot
Real estate, private stock, ceramic brakes, black drop
Got it off the blacktop, curtains when the mag pop