What They Want

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

What these bitches want from a nigga (Yeah)

If they ain't with me they against me fuck them niggas (For real)

I ain't got time for doing shit but counting skrilla

What these bitches want from a nigga, what they want

What these bitches want from a nigga, what they want

What these bitches want from a nigga, what they want

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]

I ain't got time to spend but I got cake to spend

My lil' bitch hate that shit she said she can't take this shit

I feel like I just hit the lotto, I'm smokin' on a Gelato

She hand me my pistol before I walked out of the house yeah that's my lil' rado

I only smoke nothing but fire, I pour up codeine to get higher

A million dollars later (what happened) I just told my plug I retire

I smoke a zip everyday, but I can't keep up with a lighter

I'm a shit talking Rolex wearing ass nigga like Ric Flair

A real dope boy that send packs all over the city everywhere

A fast car driving Dolce and Gabbana suit wearing ass nigga

Ol' five gram blunt smoking [?] now I'm smelling ass nigga

Lil' mama blowing me up she done had too much liquor

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

What these bitches want from a nigga (Yeah)

If they ain't with me they against me fuck them niggas (For real)

I ain't got time for doing shit but counting skrilla

What these bitches want from a nigga, what they want

What these bitches want from a nigga, what they want

What these bitches want from a nigga, what they want

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]

I jump in my whip back out the garage

I got two bitches on three way they wanna have a menage

I told them all I want is some head and a massage

Head so good when she got through I gave her a round of a applause

Just caught another charge, beat another case

In a club drinking codeine pouring out that Ace

Daddyo, that's my brother my motherfucking ace

Two million dollars cash in a motherfucking safe

Out here saving all these hoes nigga you need a cape

All this money on the floor I need a fucking rake

Three thousand dollar Cartiers on my fucking face

Just left Wells Fargo and pulled up at Chase

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

What these bitches want from a nigga (Yeah)

If they ain't with me they against me fuck them niggas (For real)

I ain't got time for doing shit but counting skrilla

What these bitches want from a nigga, what they want

What these bitches want from a nigga, what they want

What these bitches want from a nigga, what they want