Le Parc Suites

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Since them Nautica competitions We been pimping Jean jacket collard up like we in New Edition Tell whoever got the aux cord slide this in We’ll take them 12 bars I can say it in 4 I had her sleep after sex snoring that’s what I know She waking up at 9:30 like where did he go I’m in the spot with Hit Boy reviewing all the numbers Aye It’s still good to be the man when don't nobody love you I could’ve fucked you pretty ass long time ago I turned down all kinds of hoes I’m a real city nigga You real nerds better understand me I’m trying to hit the lottery like Marcus Camby Who you with [Pre-Chorus: Dom Kennedy] Am I the reason why you fix you hair Can I get a lap dance when I’m in that chair All my bars be like truth or dare Tree in my zig zags always come prepared You know I’m going to keep it playa [Chorus: Hit Boy] Link up every time we link up I feel like that's all me Wanna fuck me baby pull up at Le Parc Suites Grammy Davis Jr. working on the second Grammy I ain’t ready for a family send postmates to get the Plan B [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] And I’m not superstitious don’t blame this on bad luck You might’ve heard me on a song with DJ Quik in bad luck So how you want to take off your clothes and tax us I ain’t saving nothing in my contacts much Shit you’ll do it right now if you want it bad enough My 7 digits worth 7 figures add it up Block numbers go unanswered Streets is watching life’s a gamble You can have your girl back I want the ransom Might see my BM driving a phantom Need the grey Chipper Jones that say Atlanta Be careful in LA ooh they scandalous Where it’s all good and sunny Thug life on the tummy [Pre-Chorus: Dom Kennedy] Am I the reason why you fix you hair Can I get a lap dance when I’m in that chair All my bars be like truth or dare Tree in my zig zags always come prepared You know I’m going to keep it playa [Chorus: Hit Boy] Link up every time we link up I feel like that's all me Wanna fuck me baby pull up at the Le Parc Suites Grammy Davis Jr. working on the second Grammy I ain’t ready for a family send postmates to get the Plan B