We exclusively in the studio
My n***a Casey Veggies, my n***a Roccett
My n***a Tech on the boards
My n***a Archie Davis
Westside, OPM, Other People's Money
Uh

Verse 1: DOM K
I seen a new Porsche today, I'mma get my mom that
Black on black Vans for real, like I'm in combat
I get the same type of girls.. that LeBron snatch
'cept it ain't no guarantees in my contract
True enough... fuck you, I been through enough
Told 'em it was Other People Money, then I threw it up
Makes sense
Sometimes shoppin' is a day spent
I might be off coppin' 'fore I pay rent
Might be on Compton, get my whip washed
Just so I can see her
Just so I can see her do her lip gloss on it
Man, this sound like I shoulda put Rick Ro$$ on it
N***as buyin' Rolexes with the tick tock on it
Oh, that's what time it is
I'ma let y'all handle minor biz
I must be where you always tried to get
Cuz when I came up, n***as feelings came out
The cars pulled up, and the ceilings came out
The ladies came through and they titties pushed up
And just when she was ready to leave? I pushed up
And told her "hey baby, I'm crazy, but I drive a 650
I'll drive to Vegas if you dip with me
Let's shoot a video in the desert"
She said "you already did that"
I laughed was like "oh shit, how I forget that?"
Make a QuikStop at the store, get some ZigZags
Cold ass bottle of water and some Tic-Tacs
My n***as buyin' 6 packs, not Kit-Kats
Where your homegirl live at? tryna hit that
I had two bottles of Veuv', don't wanna chit chat
This is a world premiere, don't wan' miss that
Didn't have me in yo top 10? still get math
N***as ain't figured it out? real shit lasts
I could stop rappin' tomorrow and still get ass
Like back high school, in the mornin', we used to skip class
Told her "ooh girl you fine, wit yo thick ass"
Yeah
I said I told her "ooh girl you fine, wit yo thick ass"
Aye

Verse 2: DOM K
I love to watch her when she backin' up
That ass remind me of the baddest truck
A n***a probably took her out once, uh huh, that's wassup
I'll have her at the house, cookin' for me, packin' lunch
My phone never stop ringin', I get faxed a bunch
N***as playin' video games, yellin' "pass the blunt"
I be in the studio writin', payin' taxes suck
N***as lettin' bullshit slide, come on, that's enough
Play wit my money? and die, that's some tragic stuff
Grew up on Laker games, I fuck with Rambis tough
Did a show out in Boston, they think Magic sucks
N***as do spend that money, I be stackin' up
Told her "you could bring your girl, y'all just lappin' up"
Seems like I went from....just pickin' rappin' up
To everybody new favorite rapper like fast as fuck
I'm not the type that's gon' ask for much
I'm not the type that's gon'
Uh uh
Just what's owed to me
A lil' Patron, feel me?
Some bitches that's gon' feel me, some n***as that won't kill me
N***as is grown feel me, I really don't pop pilly's
I listen to Bob Marley, the wisdom that God give me
Tryna go platinum, just hopin' that y'all hear me
I really don't play ball, but n***as could ball feel me
Uh, ha
Like 50 Cent on y'all n***as
I never heard a fly verse on shit from y'all n***as
So I don't never wanna hear shit from y'all n***as
Man I can't even walk thru the fuckin' mall with her
Uh uh
Cuz she fine with her thick ass
I can pick you up anywhere except 10th Ave
Haha
You need me, not Slimfast
Keep a Dom Kennedy shirt in yo' gym bag
Aye
Girl you fine with yo thick ass
Girl you fine