[Intro: Young Dolph]
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah yeah (uh)
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
50 in Dior, checkers game on the floor
Rockin' 'bout four, she loves dope boys
Bags in the doors, with that [?] switch
I got some more stashed in the floor (trap)
Pull up at the spot, we call that shit the golf course (yah)
All my dawgs icy, call up the rock boys (ay)
Dolph he wasn't shit but a Castalia hot boy (damn)
All these whips they fill up a whole parking lot boy (uh)
Ball with my niggas, bitches ain't got nothing for (sorry)
Best friend scream he love you, but how is that when he ain't loyal (fuck em)
I'm looking at 300 racks right now, how long record
You mad 'cause you became nobody, not important
Yeah Yeah
Super pussy-ass niggas make me sick
All these bad...
... remember when i didn't have a shit
Yeah, the streets love me, she just wanna fuck me
I came up hustling, came up hustling
By myself, with my time, i came up hustling
Yeah, the streets love me, she just wanna fuck me
[Verse 2: Bankroll Freddie]
Bankroll, you the shit
I don't give a fuck about nigga or a bitch
I jumped off the porch and went got it on for zips
Made my first one hundred k and wanna took that trip
Now young nigga's lit
Now young nigga rich
Pickup me that bag
I went and made me up from flips
BKM the gang, i'm screamin' free my brother six
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