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