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All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by

Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' and go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin', so now I 'em hell (Ha)
Business man, I invest a whole million in the (Yeah)
(Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I-I-I treat like some shoes,
I cop 'em by the (It's Dolph)
She like I grab her neck and pull her by her hair (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

I got bitch lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and bust on her (Ah)
Quarter milli' for Richard (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
Niggas know that I'm the (For real)
Bitches know I'm the littest
Whip my dick out and piss on your (For real)
I heard that nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to trap in (Okay)
I heard he went to jail in a (Okay)
Straps with me in New York (Uh)
Lil' black nigga with all this paper on me, man
What the fuck they mean,
I can't go out like (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, swangin' (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
Started real money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the know the smell, uh
out of high school
Had to start bringin' my Glock, show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got in the feds
Can't on the phone, but he know his will
out the trap with a big ol' bag
'Til I pop in the house, I was on the (Swerve)
We was sinnin' on Sunday, that in my hand
But I'm in my head, know I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I her house phone,
Tell her bring that out cocked, then my mama will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the or a Bonneville (Bah)

I a mansion,
Pop in that bitch fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as
Shh, you gon' do some time, niggas tell
Fuck it, lifestyle, know I probably will
I'm in New with my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his neck on Gabbana (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior a bag full of
Blues, all black but Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, eat at Hamada
See opp, he get probably (Swerve)
lil' bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a body (Shh)
pull up on your home in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with shit but my pipe and a box of
Twenty on me, that's my starter
Gettin' too money, we ain't tryna make arch-rivals
You know we spark (Bah)
I was outside and the reason we won battles
Nigga, we weren't

Got a youngin, he only send at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never heard that snake (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we just catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain't past due
I could go a M from my mama pad too
Let me see what you gon' do, we could two
Oh, you with the shit, have somebody blast you
on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with your food (Pussy)