Orange Juice Wit Dom

(album: Cruise Usa - 2020)

Cardo, what's hannin'?
Shoot through your car door, shout out to Cardo
My name's Johnny
She wanna get my name tatted, I ain't gotta say it
You know about it, yeah

I'm down to my last (I'm down, I'm down)
It forced me right back to the streets (Right back to the streets) (Sports cars)
No more running from my past (Yeah, yeah)
Ten toes, nigga gotta eat (Gotta eat) (Bad bitches)
Is the game the only thing for me? (Only thing for me) (Cash)
That's how I felt at the time (Time, oh, woah) (Horses)
Babygirl, why you change on me? (On me) (I'm gonna get me a water fountain)
You coulda still been mine (Been mine)

But love, it's too late, I'm focused on this cake
Houses out the way, you coulda still been mine (Damn)
So many whips, which one gon' drive today?
But for real, babygirl, you coulda still been mine

Sexy as she wanna be, walking like money (Check)
Broke her heart a million times, but yet she still love me
I'm comfy, I can't complain, baby, life lovely (Lovely)
I wake up, count a hunid grand like it's nothing (Numbers)
'Frisco nigga, but got girls out in London (Good job)
I rarely keep in touch, but I'll text you when I'm coming
I was down to my last, fuck complaining, took chances
Bitch, I'm about advancing, next month, I'm learning Spanish
What's hannin'? Numbers

I'm down to my last (I'm down, I'm down), good job
It forced me right back to the streets (Right back to the streets) (Thank you, God)
No more running from my past (Yeah, yeah) (Nah)
Ten toes, nigga gotta eat (Gotta eat) (It's my reality)
Is the game the only thing for me? (Only thing for me)
That's how I felt at the time (Time, oh, woah) (It's not a dream)
Babygirl, why you change on me? (On me) (Thank you, God)
You coulda still been mine (Been mine)

But love, it's too late, I'm focused on this cake
Houses out the way, you coulda still been mine
So many whips, which one gon' drive today?
But for real, babygirl, you coulda still been mine

Ayy
Tinted glass, plenty cash, fine women in my past
Shit, I prefer the rack, yeah
I can run for mayor, no, I can run for president
I'm ghetto but elegant, spit it so eloquent
Deep throating, she celibate, it sound so intelligent
You buy, we selling it
As far as all this talk about guns and the hidden trust-funds
We get it in lump sums, just to shout out where I'm from
Leimert Park, nigga

I'm down to my last (I'm down, I'm down) (Yeah)
It forced me right back to the streets (It forced right back to the streets) (The laundry mat)
No more running from my past (Yeah, yeah)
Ten toes, nigga gotta eat (Gotta eat) (Liquor stores)
Is the game the only thing for me? (Only thing for me)
That's how I felt at the time (Time, oh, woah) (Dice games)
Babygirl, why you change on me? (On me) (L.A.P.D)
You coulda still been mine (Been mine) (Wow)

But love, it's too late, I'm focused on this cake
Houses out the way, you coulda still been mine (Wow)
So many whips, which one gon' drive today?
But for real, babygirl, you coulda still been mine

I fuck with you, Larry