[Intro: Dom Kennedy]

Yeah

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Yeah (TrapAdix)

Yeah

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy]

All hundred in cash that's that real deal

Long hair, thick ass, that's that real deal

Drop cold white and take it, that's that real deal When the vibes in the summer made you niggas know we coming

I just got a question, why they hate on us?

Two hundred off of merch, I can't make this up

I might take a Spanish chick to Jamaica 'cause

These niggas fakin’, blood

Yard work, we ranking up, reality rack, y’all fake as fuck

Niggas ain't even on pace with us

All money in like Nip, my step-dad was a crip

My OG still a woo, two A-1 for you niggas

Fifteen hundred on my shoes, I paid for em' in all blues

Pretty toes in Stiletto's, I love the way y'all move, uh

Let me see what's going on

She caught me in the corner with a bottle of extra-large

We going extra hard (Yeah), jury like Escobar (Yeah)

Bitch I'm the stake champ, I catch dubs and I bring em' back to the city

I-I-I just need a quickie, all my neck is fifty

I might chain the rag in (I might chain the rag in) Uh

She love me when I'm saggin’ (She love me when I'm saggin’)

Yeah

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy]

All hundred in cash, that's that real deal

Long hair, thick ass, that's that real deal

Baby look like wifey, baby look like wifey

Dopeboy Nike's on my feet, nigga, I'm still a plug

I might mix up the Céline with a pro-club

They ain't show me no love, til' they see my doors go up

[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy]

She been missin’ for a week, have you seen her?

All she want is good dick and Sativa

Shut down any spot we hit, my niggas tee’d up

Playin’ YG on mixtape, bitch, I just re’d up

My-my niggas got them stacks that look like notepads

Let’s get some more cash, they see us when we flow back

I cover the whole tab, might jack bag, I'm going bad

In a half a day, smoke a whole half

No wonder why she got so attached

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy]

All hundred in cash, that's that real deal

Long hair, thick ass, that's that real deal

Baby look like wifey, baby look like wifey

Dopeboy Nike's on my feet, nigga, I'm still a plug

I might mix up the Céline with a pro-club

They ain't show me no love, til' they see my doors go up

[Verse 3: Dom Kennedy]

I ain't payin' shit till I see the ceiling open up

Six hundred dollars every time the trunk open up

Slauson slide meet, I used to print on the pro-club

I ran out of smalls for a medium, you gotta hold up

I used to rob stacy atoms, niggas used to roast us

Now I’m with Hit and Dom, niggas try to toast us

My face up on the van and my face up on the posters

Her daddy wanted a Porsche, so he named my sister Porscha

I'm like a Migo, what I did for the Culture (Migo)

Rollin' with the snakes, nigga turned into a vulture

Codeine cowboy, got the pine up in my holster

It's an awful lot of hits, nigga, I thought I told you (Hit-Boy)

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy]

All hundred in cash, that's that real deal

Long hair, thick ass, that's that real deal

Baby look like wifey, baby look like wifey

Dopeboy Nike's on my feet, nigga, I'm still a plug

I might mix up the Céline with a pro-club

They ain't show me no love, til' they see my doors go up