Workin’ Half-A-Mil (Hit-Boy & DOM KENNEDY)

[Intro: Dom Kennedy]
Niggas thought they heard the most playa' shit ever...
Than they heard the Half-A-Mil shit
Know what I'm saying?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, look
No matter what you can't see...
Word!

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]
Money falling on the ground
Damn I missed the Ye concert
A stripper dancing on me head pressed
And she smell good too
Shoes ain't Jimmy Choo's
I can tell she high maintenance everybody want a turn
I don't wanna know her name unless she leaving here with me
Hopping in the car alone diamond cross saying bling
I went to Orville Wright middle school
With Rodney and Idris
My momma don't like it when you call me Dominic
Before rap songs I was really doing freaks
I was really getting fresh neck stains on the sheets
How niggas ain't got the Half-A-Mil on repeat?
Number 1 album of the year for the streets
Fuck around and make me go Pope Don Paul
Did more for LA than Kobe and Brian Shaw
Niggas don't invite me to their shows
Cause they hoes might run up on me
75 inch on me getting my back rubbed
No matter what you can't see me
Air any season, balling be the reason
42 hundred dollar bills please believe me
With the credit card monday to the weekend
Throw another dub in the air keep it going
Throw another dub in the air keep it going
Throw another dub in the air keep it going
Ay I see you workin'