[Intro]

Yeah

Dom Kennedy and Jayson Cash at the door

[Jayson Cash]

Yeah, promise I always keep this shit player

And never stress about no shit that we can fix later

As a youngin’, always knew that I would get paper

‘Cause I’m a star, I ain’t no motherfuckin’ bitch player

Old-school, I rock Dickies with my Chuck Taylors

Been Davis and I eat (?)

Arizona Tea’s, Kiwi-Strawberry my favorite flavor

But you don’t know about it, you wasn’t outside

Before I had a watch, the street lights used to tell the time

Time passes, backwood ashes

Used to didn’t want me but money made me attractive

Or maybe it’s the fashion or maybе it’s the fact this cologne hit her nosе like (?) traffic

Fuck her whole day up ‘cause she don’t want it

But that shit gon’ make her say sum’

You ain’t even gotta say it, girl I know

I’m really like that, so hop your pretty ass up in my whip and we be right back

[Hook]

Just don’t ask where I been. (Yeah)

And don’t play ‘cause I’m him. (Uh huh)

My name whole weight where I stay. (Yeah)

These dudes can’t play how I play, I say. (x2)

[Dom Kennedy]

One, two, three and to the four

Dom Kennedy and Jayson Cash at the door

Started out with lint pockets, now I’m worth O’s

If you want this money baby, get it off the floor

This the flyest thing comin’ out the aux cord

I hit South Coast Plaza every time I’m bored

Had a good run now I’m back for more

It’s the Art of War, bro of that I’m sure

You gotta score, score more so the team win

I done lost friends, tryna stack M’s

But when I’m by myself I feel real blessed

To drop dough on a car with no credit check

[Hook]

Just don’t ask where I been. (Uh)

And don’t play ‘cause I’m him. (Yeah)

My name whole weight where I stay. (Ay)

These dudes can’t play how I play, I say. (x2)

[Outro]

One, two, three and to the four

Dom Kennedy and Jayson Cash at the door. (yeah)