New Jeeps

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] We blowing wet weed Your baby moma got an X 3 Wanna shoot a movie and shit, I’m the directing Spend a lot of money on gold, I’m investing Talking to the president, from the west wing Watching the jet’s game while I’m jet skiing Yeah, I got diamonds on my neck, damnnn You know I got come correct We getting more money than a lot of them expect I’m the type of rapper that a lot of them respect We selling more records than a lot of them forget Yeah, I’m in the hills, counting bills You still in the projects, I am progress I am pop fresh, my Rolex on, ain't them rob that I’m in my sweats trying spin my lex (Lexus) You in my way, all in my steps Yea, I said it’s fin to be a crash When I hear shots from the enemies I laugh I’m styling on every single enemy I have Them cheap ass clothes should be giving you a rash I bring grace to this, put my name on your list Before I erase the shit You know we fin to get a little cake with this If the money looking good come taste it bitch I get cake for this, I wanna see some pretty girls shake to this All the bad hoes can’t wait for this 2 girls try to have me raped to this, ah I got mix to get, big money shit I got banks to hit Nigga, you got drinks to get And roll that motherfucking stanky shit [Chorus] I got bank, new jeeps, no doors, no top I got bank, new jeeps, no doors, no top I got bank, new jeeps, no doors, no top I got bank, new jeeps, no doors, no top I got bank [Verse 2: Asher Roth] Flea flicking and fly girls at freak nick Picky particularly when on weed shit Niche is, neatly at ease I don’t need shit Beefing, keeping the pieces in then the trees lit Prefix mixing with chicks I tell them read lips D tits gets you cc'd on my me list She said it’s Gemini crickets, give me 3 wishes Take sit right on the beach, fresh off the G6 Far east moving out, few things I do without Smoother than a hooper through the legs and hit the turn around Murder in the urban town, swear that they can burn it down Heard that I was working be sure that I deserve the crown It’s what’s the world’s about, get your money get on out Sneak around the house if you mama said you ain’t allowed Ain’t nobody perfect child, we just make it worth a while Urbs getting nervous since I started wearing turbans out [Chorus] I got bank, new jeeps, no doors, no top I got bank, new jeeps, no doors, no top I got bank, new jeeps, no doors, no top I got bank, new jeeps, no doors, no top I got bank [Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] One time for bitches with their hands up You know, the ones who quick to switch their plans up As Shawty sending me, you a winner, I seen ya The queen, them other bitches is going to the ringer You used to date tatyana ali Was kinda freak The crib on the side of the beach Now I’ma tell you, but I gotta be brief The hole of the economy is deep Deeper than the bottom of creeks Well fuck you, call me anything but broke and stupid We getting paper and you ain’t gonna do shit As I a introduce it, 2 girls on the camera guess who coproduce it nigga I got a dice game to get to, in the range new issue The champagne toast to sip to Some bad hoes chilling in swim suits And they probably down for anything that we in to The gold chain old range mustangs jeeps and drops Rolex watch and all the essentials Got the phil gamble right on the gym suit Man, and the condo that I just moved in to [Chorus] I got bank, new jeeps, no doors, no top I got bank, new jeeps, no doors, no top I got bank, new jeeps, no doors, no top I got bank, new jeeps, no doors, no top I got bank