Rich Nigga

[Intro: Young Dolph]

Uh-huh

Dolph

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, nigga (Yeah)

All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga

Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, nigga

But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]

Now I did everything they said I couldn't do (Uh-huh)

If you had no other choice nigga wouldn't you?

What y'all know about trappin' with them hundred-round drummers, boy?

Countin' bread and killin' instrumentals made by Drumma Boy (Paper Route Empire)

I'm doin' too much they get scared

Went and got that coupé and then went got that iced out big head

But all I ever want to be was a rich nigga

I was raised not to hate but I swear I hate snitch niggas (I hate 'em)

Oops, I'm sorry, the type of nigga to fall in there fresh as fuck and smoke out the party

I count my first hundred bands and said "Hallelujah"

I can't do nothin' but win, 'cause I'm a sore loser

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, nigga (Yeah)

All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga

Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, nigga

But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]

Ayy, all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga (Yeah)

I don't speak too much, I just hold up my wrist, nigga (Dope boy)

The hoe be like "Dolph you think you slick, nigga" (Ha)

Too many faces out here, I do it for my real niggas

Now I ain't ever had shit, so now that I got it now, can't nobody tell me shit

Everything I got, my nigga, I got it on my own

And every time you see me I'm fly as fuck and hella stoned (Sorry)

Pardon me do you have a lighter?

Smoke a nigga, rich nigga shit, on my young rich nigga shit

Thats how we young rich niggas spit

Memphis Ten, Dolphworld, that's my shit

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, nigga (Yeah)

All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga

Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, nigga

But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga

[Verse 3: Tim Gates]

Told my family we gonna live like the Jacksons

Just be patient, and let me put it into action (Let me do it)

Niggas getting wrong, ain't no more relaxing (Now that ain't it)

Now I fuck with some [?] hoes in high fashion

Big money family, that's my only passion

And the lawyer promise you, you gonna get your fraction

All you hear is numbers, you think you in math class

Complete everything I never been a half-ass

You know what it do, tryna live with the crew

Every night screwin', wake up to an ocean view (Right)

Yeah, we make it happen never heard a no-excuse

And fuck with this Memphis nigga guaranteed to get the blues

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, nigga (Yeah)

All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga (Paper Route)

Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, nigga

But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga