[Hook: AnnotateDom Kennedy] He might have the cars and the clothes, always wear gold But that nigga ain't nothin like me He might have a watch and a strap, a nice Cadillac But that nigga ain't nothin like me He might have the internet buzz, a plug on the drugs But that nigga ain't nothin like me He might get cheque after cheque, but ya panties ain't wet Cuz that nigga can't do it like me
[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] We got bottles but no cups I'm like Russell Simmons but he don't fly coach much Niggas went from eating cold cuts to Ruth's Chris To pulling up in some new shit, they like who this LA on my hat, that's a known fact So you already know where I be And when I get old, I want to have hoes Like my motherfucking nigga YG Westside get the money, so you niggas is all talk My girls looking all good, they asses is all soft My cars all black, ya ride like a mob boss But that's not the reason that she taking them drawers off In fact, I never ask her shit like where you at Because anywhere she go I'm pretty sure she coming back Let her find out that all these other niggas wack And you insecure niggas trying to rap
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[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] Wait nigga hold up These niggas come to town, start wifing my old sluts I told her go down ya right to the toe touch Then reach around for me girl, grab both nuts Talk about real niggas, I been one Naw them cars cost 100 and then some Eating on dim sum, blessed with income Seen Mustard Benz, shit I might get one But if you ridin' passenger, I ain't even mad at ya Two years ago, shit I was in the Acura On me, this OpM shit spectacular Had a south central ass nigga out in Africa In fact, I put the westside on my back And told her I'm goin' take her everywhere on the map Throw a big party watch them hoes throw it back Tell them get home safely that's a wrap