Bottled Water

[Intro: Hit-Boy] Yeah, bottled water for the table got the, drip Go on, take a sip, sparkled for them, too Yeah, we gon' get to it, one way, or another OPM, HS87, came a long way, yeah [Verse 1: Hit-Boy] Bottled water for the table, got the drip like FIJI Sergio Tacchini, making sure my haters see me Let niggas watch the way you move it, they get greedy Don't think cause I'm ducked off I won't get you knocked off I could never lose it I'm fine tuning the movement Rappers in the game worry bout what Hit doin You ain't even peeped though let these niggas knock again I'm shootin through the peep hole then hit Roscoes on Pico Sun rise on you busters Hit-Boy still bussin' Half-a-mill in your section you should get accustomed Living room couch checking out her flexibility I can see us committed not now but eventually Damn we got chemistry and you told me stories bout How you don't trust niggas in the industry you got that quiet storm mobb deep infamy, real one She get that cash and bring it in for me so I order Bottled water for my table wasn't always able Had that stolen cable watching Clark Gable I've been hated on at Complex and Fader And I still do my best to keep it playa And it's okay Bottled water for the table got the, drip Crack it open take a, sip [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] I know you still listen for a reason That other shit was weak but I don't want you back Fucked up and lost a real one I can't be replaced Can't even look me in my face coming straight no chase I had put a certain one on they feet and she disrespected Fuckin other niggas out here with no protection They say I'm crazy cause my life is true Don't give a fuck at least I'm doing what I like to do Never need advice from you Look, I'm cash only You can't even cook no real macaroni Talking bout' matrimony That shit be funny to me Ima let the top down it look sunny to me Thank God for showing me what I've been wanting to see By the time we hit tour split all the big doors and Dom with some cute ladies they bringing a few more I'll pour out the champaigne for you cause you dead Don't ever fuck around and bite the hand that loves you Now you stuck with all these other hoes in the gutta I guess it's Perrier for the night cap I'm just gone smarten up my ways and bounce right back You ain't stoppin' nothin' Buy the water for the table got the drip Crack it open take a sip