[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]

Always playin' tenderoni, when I smashed off

Took her straight home after last call

Do what you want, if your cash large

Told her its a rap, please forget it

Take the sauce and exit, don’t pass that

Might see OPM on the NASDAQ

Might see Half-A-Mil in the playlist

Me and HB running the grave shift

We getting faded, when it’s dark out

And walking in the club, like it's our house

Tell your man chill, he on his fourth foul

I might be on my fifth whip

I play it like some Big Wiz

And nah, I don’t forget shit

Y’all act, like I owe y'all something

Get a bottle, get a chick, man

Roll y’all something

Got one Impala stock, one Impala customed

Girls wanna cuff him, bringing up Truxton's

This like a nigga in the playoffs, bussin'

I might drop 50 for the titties in the stands

Them crazy girls, VIP, 5 bands

7 girls on stage, my niggas ain't playin'

We get shit popping, like Eric-fuckin'-Wright

She be in this bitch, going hard, every night

You fuck around and might get attached

And always wanna know where she at

I’m still waking up by myself

Cause the words that I say, make everything melt, yeah

[Bridge: Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy]

She already knew my name

VIP, 5 bands

And its like how you pass the mic to a nigga

Yeah

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]

She already knew my name, she ain't have to read my jersey

Saw my Zoomin' chain and she started acting thirsty

Finna put up 30, like we at The Forum

Big game, James Worthy, pullin' off in a foreign

Swisher sweets, fresh from the Shell station

My OG said: "Young nigga, be patient"

Blowing big tree, foggin' up the window

C cups in her tee, I use 'em for pillows

Old white people starring at me, in my Chevy

While I get the bass right and adjust the settings

"When can I hit again?", Girl, that’s just a question

Niggas switched up on me, I call that a blessing (hallelujah)

This year I gotta double up the sales tax (yeah)

Still on your head, like a wave cap (yeah)

I still hit your friend with the fake ass

[Bridge: Dom Kennedy, Hit-Boy & Jay 305]

Early morning send her home, in them Ray Bans

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

She already knew my name

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

She already knew my name

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

She already knew my name

Let it hang, let it hang, ha, ha, ha

[Verse 3: Jay 305]

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

305 beating, two twelves charlie (uh-uh)

In the Hemi skittin'

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Why you niggas mad?

Alexander Wang, diamond fangs on your bitch ass

Go hard or take your ass home, OPM rule

Take that choker off, bitch you grown, you look like a damn fool

Skrt-skrt-skrt on your ass (skrt-skrt-skrt)

I ain't got no Porsche, I got a mac

Shoot your ass up, then hit Sam's, ahh

Look at this, niggas look confused like

How you get the R8, top rank

Whole blue lobster, black mobster

Go place, smoke grape, red green rasta

IPhone 8 came out and I’m still thuggin'

Bitches on Basketball Wives ain’t got no husbands

Bitch I’ll never be married

I’ll never be your husband

I couldn’t be your daddy

I probably fucked your cousin'

[Outro: Dom Kennedy, Hit-Boy & Jay 305]

She already knew my name

She already knew my name

She already knew my name

I never had no love for her