DOM KENNEDY, Bonic - Westside party lyrics

And all they know
Could tell his VS by how the chain glow
Or how the Range roll
It's a man's world and
It's all about money

And who am I to interfere?
When that new Benz drive, foo'
I'm tryin' to change years
See how you changed tears
Grandmama never thought we'd be as
Hot as we is i'm rappin' for the kids
Eatin' lima bean and ribs
Cleanin' off my rims, man
I used to dream big
And now I'm the focal point
Me and Krondon show in Poland
At a local joint
Tryin' to get my lettuce fixed
My credit "Fuck y'all"
I'm just gettin' the rust off
She lickin' my nuts off my R kelly T-shirt
I think that it rubbed off
We eatin' that Roscoe's
What's up wit' the hot sauce?
You lookin' like you got somethin'
In that big-ass purse
Your daddy got you that
Would you run up in this bank
Though wit' a stockin' cap
Anybody move, guns up, then cock it back?
That's the decision some men got to
Make to feed they families
I'm not tellin' you this story
To win a Grammy
I'm just sayin' you should consider that
Next time you're in LA wit' your
Jewelry on like it's Miami
Feel me? So did I make myself clear?
Cryin' to my mum to buy me a new pair
Now I need enough to last ninety-two years
I got ninety-nine problems
But cars ain't toppin' them
I'm just like my uncle
I just can't stop coppin' 'em
I could be president
But I ain't that popular

Uh, I don't know what's stoppin' you
Too bitches kissin', rubbin' each other
I'm just layin' back watchin' 'em
OPM, bitch, let it rain like the Doppler
No matter the weather we put shit together
Yeah bring me closer though