Lyrics Dom Kennedy

Dom Kennedy

O.P.M.

Got a pocket full of ones, and I bet your girl will come, because she likes it

And I'm feelin' like a man, 2 bottles of that champ, because I like it

We spending O.P.M. (what's that?)

Other Peoples Money and we like it (love it)

We spending O.P.M. Other Peoples Money and we like it (love it)

Newest lady, new shoes hit the pavement

We eat what we want and shop for entertainment

Stock rising, make love, rock diamonds

You ever seen a look this good? Stop lying

Stack chips, South Central to Saks Fifth

I ain't gotta wait 'til December to wrap gifts

Get it now, buy a new car, settle down

AMG upgrades, fully tinted out

Feeling this, the keep spilling shit

Look, it's no concealing it

Right now I got my hand in her blouse

Damn she aroused, the gonna end up back in the house

The most ready, boat tied, no chevy

Don't make let it loop girl, make no spaghetti

Chain heavy, see a chick, game ready

When somebody loves you back (yeah Teddy)

You better know it, hard times we can never show it

I'm going places you ain't never going

Frozen clique, cups of strawberries

I don't gotta play to get paid like Marbury

I'm feeling this, the keep spilling shit

Look now she revealing it (uhh)

Right now I got my hand on her mouth

Damn she was loud, I'm gonna end out dragging her out