[Young Dolph]
Okay
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh)
Ayy, it's kinda cold up in here, throw me that jacket
Yeah
[Young Dolph & Key Glock]
Went from sleeping on the floor
Now my jewelry box froze
Fuck a bowl, fuck a store
Counted millions in the cold
Bad bitch, booty swoll'
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed
Bust it down with the bros
Put that up, go get some more
Selling bags out the backdoor
Shh, keep that on the low
Bad bitch, booty swoll'
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed (Woah, woah)
[Key Glock]
King shit, I rock gold
Who is this? Come get your ho'
Up off my dick, this bitch annoying
It's M.O.B., I need my coins
.223 inside the foreign
Fold a nigga like some laundry
Money coming, money going
I get it in, Monday to Monday
With the carbon on the drum
I'll spin the block and have you running
Yup, I'm the number one stunner
Got good credit, use cash money, though
Ayy, shoutout to God, even though I had slept on the floor
My racks very large, sick of niggas, I got antidote
Yeah, you don't want any, though
It's Glizzock, I got plenty smoke
I smashed her on the first night
She like, "Boy, you unforgettable"
I told her, "No relations, I'm a player, I'm a gigolo"
I'm sipping on some Barney and I'm rollin' up some Piccolo
Lil Wook bettin' ten and fo' and I bet I can hit your ho
I just bought a Richard Mille, I could've went and bought a Ghost
Yeah, I just spent a lot of money, 'bout to make a lot of more
Yeah, I just woke up in a mansion, nigga, you know that I went
[Young Dolph]
Went from sleeping on the floor
Now my jewelry box froze
Fuck a bowl, fuck a store (Fuck 'em)
Counted millions in the cold (Yeah)
Bad bitch, booty swoll' (Fat)
Got her on bankroll (Racks)
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed
Bust it down with the bros
Put that up, go get some more
Selling bags out the backdoor
Shh, keep that on the low (Be quiet)
Bad bitch, booty swoll'
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed
[Young Dolph]
She took her trip just to go see Doctor Miami (Woah)
He ran his racks up and took him a trip out to Cali (Uh)
I seen that new coupe, said instantly, "I gotta have it" (Give me that)
I asked, "Who that pussy belong to?", she said, "Fuck him", I can have it (Yup)
Bitch been talkin' for twenty minutes, talkin' 'bout she the baddest (Okay)
Bitch, I just got this new load and I need somewhere to stash it (For real, though)
Talking all that boss bitch shit, ho, you just need a real nigga to smash it (Hold up, huh)
I just turned a bad bitch to a ratchet (Woo)
I put VS stones in my glasses (Buffies)
Stuffed a quarter mill' in twenties in the mattress (Trap)
It used to be who get the bomb off the fastest (Trap)
Now a nigga make millions off ad-libs (Yeah, yeah)
My niggas and 'em, they pop thirties like Advils (Yeah, yeah)
Shoutout to my nigga, show he's mad real (Queens)
Might drop a country album and buy a mansion in Nashville (Uh, huh)
Yeah, you heard me, stupid-ass nigga, Nashville
[Young Dolph]
Went from sleeping on the floor
Now my jewelry box froze
Fuck a bowl, fuck a store
Counted millions in the cold
Bad bitch, booty swoll'
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed
Bust it down with the bros
Put that up, go get some more
Selling bags out the backdoor
Shh, keep that on the low
Bad bitch, booty swoll'
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed
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