歌手:Young Dolph
专辑:《Niggas Get Shot Everyday》

Izze The Producer
Yeah, yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
Yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
Yeah (yup), yeah, yeah
Ayy fire that ****** up man, ayy
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much ******,
It's reekin' out my pores (strong)
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
I just count a hundred K and spent it all
'Cause I got bored (****** it)
Sma******n' from the back, her face on the headboard
She graduated with masters
But I treat her like a whore (it's Dolph)
Sold a lot of ******, I do it for the ****** boys (for real)
The feds in the hood, this ******t got me paranoid (whoa)
The feds in the hood (damn)
And I heard they taking pictures, let me knock on wood (******t)
I hope those folks don't come and get us
Talkin' ass ****** (shut up)
I cut her off, didn't need no scissors (nah)
Nah I don't like that ****** (****** 'em)
So I ****** his sister (yeah yeah)
I'm tripple blessed, so today
I'm rockin' a jesus piece (yeah yeah)
Pull out my garage in some ******t you drive
On Need for Speed (yeah yeah)
I gave her a job at my traphouse sackin' up P's (trap)
Fur across my back, Balenciagas on my feet (swag)
Go and get a sack young ******,
And be all you can be (uh-huh)
I spent two hundred stacks on a coupe with two seats (uh-huh)
I used to go to sleep hungry,
Didn't have ******t to eat (remember that?)
Now I gotta smoke a blunt of ****** just to eat
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much ******,
It's reekin' out my pores (strong)
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
I just count a hundred K and spent it all
'Cause I got bored (****** it)
Sma******n' from the back, her face on the headboard
She graduated with masters
But I treat her like a whore (it's Dolph)
Sold a lot of ******, I do it for the ****** boys (for real)
The feds in the hood, this ******t got me paranoid (whoa)
Patek Philippe with residue on it (uh, yeah, yeah)
These diamonds they hit every time I move, don't it, uh, uh
You can't eat with me if you ain't hungry (nah)
I keep some ******t up my sleeve
And it always got something to do with money (know that)
I'm throwin' money on Monday (yup)
I got the ****** off the runway (yup)
Boy you know I'm about gunplay (yup)
Then go pay my tithes on Sunday (thank you God)
I might stop pimpin' one day (yeah)
I might stop sippin' one day (damn)
I got so high I'm goin' the wrong way on the ******' one way
The way I put this ******t on me,
They be like how do he do it? (hah)
Don't you bring that ****** 'round me my ******,
'Cause you might lose her (yeah)
She told me that she wanna smoke a blunt
And ****** to my music (yeah)
Then she gave me head and told me
I should go make a movie, ah
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much ******,
It's reekin' out my pores (strong)
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
I just count a hundred K and spent it all
'Cause I got bored (****** it)
Sma******n' from the back, her face on the headboard
She graduated with masters
But I treat her like a whore (it's Dolph)
Sold a lot of ******, I do it for the ****** boys (for real)
The feds in the hood, this ******t got me paranoid (whoa)