The Don's Cheek - Action Bronson

Catch me on Venice Beach working on my base, no blonde streak

Swimming trunk, 30K in arm’s reach

I’m on the boat, in the water like a swan’s feet

To show respect you kiss both sides of the Don’s cheek

360 on the Seadoo in a tux

Call my homie, tell him meet me down in Lido Beach for lunch

Plácido Polanco crib, his bitch was black

She started purring, I kissed the cat

Aristocrat, wrist dancing like a disco bass

In the holster, same shit color as Sisqo’s hair

635 slammed like a suplex

Cheat off a Chinese kid just like a school test

I’m on the hunt for loot, jump out the chunky coupe

Hold on, wait till it thunder, here’s the gun to shoot

Beige leather to the calf, where my math at?

You gonna babysit my joint?

Then pussy pass that

I’m getting paper regardless, I’m never facing no charges

I got your honor under the armpit

The gavel slam and I walk

Hammer dances on the porch, downtown gallivanting with a horse

Two different drugs to choose, I need the third thing

Oriental style shirt

Flapping in the wind like a bird’s wing

I need that good green, ugh, motherfucker need that good green

I got the face like a grown lion, my people hold iron

Predict the weather by the wind like an old Mayan

Hold my son up, show him to the kingdom

While all his blood brothers became drug runners in England

Made in Queens, Handball courts and 40s

Shorties smoking blunts, spades in the corner

We moving white like David Spade in the sauna

All the money chronological, it look like callaloo

Provide the crew designer suits, exotic food

Erotic nude and polished shoes, impala smooth

Roll up, looking like Sinbad with the earring

Lightskin sucking my penis while I’m steering

I’m pro