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