[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)