The Hotels

[Verse 1: DOM KENNEDY]

I like her faster than Carreras, twistin' all her hair up

Cartier is with me girl tell your friend to pair up

I'm gon' let this bed out, help me lift this chair up

You gon' get me kicked out, baby girl I dare us

Soon as I see your underwear it get teared up

Cuz I could beat it harder than these drums

And wouldn't care much (yeah)

Then toss you like some red dunks

Cuz you a diamond like the brand I only wear once

And I be rhymin like the man you gon commit to

But I just wanna be the nigga you rub your shit to

You work out with, you get fit to

I ain't chasin nothin, I get everything I meant to

She make me feel like everything I been through

To post up, I flew coach but

Let's roll sum'n, you smoke huh

The life's good, cheers to hotels all over

And girls that pick you up from airports when you told 'em

Navy blue Fairfax, duffel on my shoulder

And when I hit Atlanta we gon have to do it over

We say, Cheers to hotels all over

We say, Cheers to hotels all over

We say, Cheers to hotels all over

And when I'm in Miami we gon have to do it over

We say, Cheers to hotels all over

We say, Cheers to hotels all over

We say, Cheers to hotels all over (Carter)

[Verse 2: Carter]

I gotta get it gotta get it

Nah Dom bro, tell ol girl I'm good on her

Matter fact ask her if she got some good on her

I'm tryna score an 8th, after that, she can skate

I got a girl and I love her, make no mistake

I ain't perfect but the flow close

And they got me flyin coast to coast

See I depart in LAX arrive in HTX

Check in at the deck, then hit Rodgers on the text (wassup)

Hit the lobby with a swag they ain't never seen

Concierge showin love, now I got the plug

When we come to your city you ain't gotta mug

These broads rushing to the front, you know they here for us

After the show, I'm prolly a no show

I'll be on my phone caking, my niggas hatin

Check out at 8, plus I got a early flight

Get it poppin on the Skype, then I call it a night

Watch who you give ya pipe

Gotta learn where you get it from

They say they won't tell, man these birds liars

I'm just in a room, smokin' by myself

That's enough of y'all hoes

And we say, cheers to hotels all over

And homies who scoop you up from airports when you told 'em

Tall black, Fairfax, duffel on my shoulder

And when we in your city we gon have to do it over

And we say, and we say, and we say, and we say

And we say, and we say, and we say, and we say

And we say, and we say, , Dom call the Rodgers

Who you know though

Who you know, who you know, who you know