Rollin Papers DOM KENNEDY

[Intro]
Off that bolognese
Yeah

[Verse 1]
From check cashing lines to dimes of all kinds
I came from petty crimes, now it's nice shutter blinds
Salt and pepper shakers on my quarter acre
I often scream Anita Baker while I'm rolling papers
Same old love, I'm like OJ with the glove
When it come to getting money, I'm guilty, jets in the tub
I got clothes on the floor fresh from the store
If I let a girl score, next day, she sore
Slamming Chevy doors, always ready for war
Shirt by truly yours, shoes by Dior
My granny died poor just so I could pour
Reposado in a glass, I'm raising the score

[Pre-Chorus]
Wilt Chamberlain stats and Sandy Koufax
I got the glow back, and it's a Kodak
Picture perfect how a nigga work the wheel
AC blowing cold when I'm in the field
Still

[Chorus]
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Still park the crash unit
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors (Yeah, yeah)
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors (Yeah)
Slamming Chevy doors, slamming Chevy doors
Still park the crash unit