Dom Kennedy - 5.0 | Conversations lyrics

Flow masters, top down Gold Daytona's, I ride around (When we in my 5.0) [Verse:] Swap Meet, Venice Beach You looking broke, not me I'm riding big, I'm shining big I hit her phone, come by the crib We in the pool, I slid it in I slid it in, I slid it in I take a quick shower then hit again That fat chocolate a** is like m&m's I got red hoes, I got yellow bones This the yellow album, rocking yellow stones OpM is the new Roc-A-Fella holmes My n***as in DC be rocking hella foams I get my grind on, in different time zones Man, counting all this money got my mind gone I feel like Derrick Rose, in the rarest clothes $400 for the jeans, I bought two pair of those Y'all be sharing hoes, we comparing hoes I told her start working out; I'm just preparing hoes For the limelight, get yo mind right You still buying Louis bags, b**h you all hype White, Black, Asian, fat, I got all types As long as they riding we'll be all right Flow masters, top down Gold Daytona's, I ride around (When we in my 5.0) [Conversations Intro:] Ok callers, we gone go 'head and open up these phone lines I need y'all to call in and let me know what y'all wanna hear tonight If you with somebody, you want me to put something on, we gone do that for you Right now what we gone do though, I'm a need everybody to call in If you ain't got nobody we need everybody to describe they perfect person And what would you say to that perfect person if given a chance How important is conversation? [Hook: x2] I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you Get down with you, get down with you [Verse:] Yo, call Tisha phone Play this while you sleep so you never really sleep alone I'm keeping on to the break of dawn If the p**y tight stopped at the light Bagged your wife caught her looking twice She said "yea Dom go head boy you looking right" Know I got my stripes I could never live a rookie life Still tryna get up in the nookie plus her cookies nice She give me private shows and don't have to pay the booking price Tasha wanna give me 2 mil for the booking rights If I lived in New York I'd probably be the Brooklyn type n***as from the hood don't be acting all shook at night Tattoo tears and n***as never even took a life I swear to y'all n***as nowadays don't be looking right It's girls in the kitchen that don't be cooking right With so much drama from my old Bm It's kinda hard being from this f**ing OpM And that's real [Hook: x2] I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you Get down with you, get down with you [Outro:] You know what I'm saying? Now look at me Now look at me you know when I was little I used to hop in my dad's Back then they would have the little 325's, you know stuff like that, them type of cars You would hop in and be like man, look at the leather, look at the bu*tons This is it, this is living it That didn't seem that long ago and now it's like My dad get in my car and man this is like being in a jet