Eric Wright

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Always playin' tenderoni, when I smashed off Took her straight home after last call Do what you want, if your cash large Told her its a rap, please forget it Take the sauce and exit, don't pass that Might see OPM on the NASDAQ Might see Half-A-Mil in the playlist Me and HB running the grave shift We getting faded, when it's dark out And walking in the club, like it's our house Tell your man chill, he on his fourth foul I might be on my fifth whip I play it like some Big Wiz And nah, I don't forget shit Y'all act, like I owe y'all something Get a bottle, get a chick, man Roll y'all something Got one Impala stock, one Impala customed Girls wanna cuff him, bringing up Truxton's This like a nigga in the playoffs, bussin' I might drop 50 for the titties in the stands Them crazy girls, VIP, 5 bands 7 girls on stage, my niggas ain't playin' We get shit popping, like Eric-fuckin'-Wright She be in this bitch, going hard, every night You fuck around and might get attached And always wanna know where she at I'm still waking up by myself Cause the words that I say, make everything melt, yeah [Bridge: Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy] She already knew my name VIP, 5 bands And its like how you pass the mic to a nigga Yeah [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] She already knew my name, she ain't have to read my jersey Saw my Zoomin' chain and she started acting thirsty Finna put up 30, like we at The Forum Big game, James Worthy, pullin' off in a foreign Swisher sweets, fresh from the Shell station My OG said: "Young nigga, be patient" Blowing big tree, foggin' up the window C cups in her tee, I use 'em for pillows Old white people starring at me, in my Chevy While I get the bass right and adjust the settings "When can I hit again?", Girl, that's just a question Niggas switched up on me, I call that a blessing (hallelujah) This year I gotta double up the sales tax (yeah) Still on your head, like a wave cap (yeah) I still hit your friend with the fake ass [Bridge: Dom Kennedy, Hit-Boy & Jay 305] Early morning send her home, in them Ray Bans Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh She already knew my name Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh She already knew my name Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh She already knew my name Let it hang, let it hang, ha, ha, ha [Verse 3: Jay 305] Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh 305 beating, two twelves charlie (uh-uh) In the Hemi skittin' Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Why you niggas mad? Alexander Wang, diamond fangs on your bitch ass Go hard or take your ass home, OPM rule Take that choker off, bitch you grown, you look like a damn fool Skrt-skrt-skrt on your ass (skrt-skrt-skrt) I ain't got no Porsche, I got a mac Shoot your ass up, then hit Sam's, ahh Look at this, niggas look confused like How you get the R8, top rank Whole blue lobster, black mobster Go place, smoke grape, red green rasta IPhone 8 came out and I'm still thuggin' Bitches on Basketball Wives ain't got no husbands Bitch I'll never be married I'll never be your husband I couldn't be your daddy I probably fucked your cousin' [Outro: Dom Kennedy, Hit-Boy & Jay 305] She already knew my name She already knew my name She already knew my name I never had no love for her