It's over wit' for 'em
Sosa808
Lil' boy business over there
Paper Route business over here
Ha, yeah
Bad bitch, bougie and she ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Something like a pimp, just like my daddy (yeah)
Smokin' weed and shoppin' sprees, my bad habit (yeah)
Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (uh-huh)
Every day, I come out fresh as fuck, hashtag (for real, though)
Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (for real, though)
Yeah, I do the most, that's why you mad, mad (yeah, yeah)
Ms on top of Ms, I'm gettin' bags, bags (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I been goin' crazy, crazy, been tellin' me slow down lately (slow down)
On the E-way doin' one-eighty, and still can't believe I made it (yeah)
Whatever I want, I take it (yeah)
Invited your bitch to dinner, then called her back, told her that I can't make it (sorry)
But she gon' still pull up and fuck me crazy 'cause that's my baby (yeah)
But last night she was just textin' me talkin' 'bout she hate me (what?)
Machine guns all around my house, I grew up on Dick Tracy (uh)
Ps of strong just to roll up, I smoke like I'm Jamaican (what's that?)
VS1 rocks in my ears and they all in my bracelet (whew)
My lil' boy wear Rolex, my daughter wear a diamond anklet
Havin' this shit die come (for real, though)
Havin' paper don't feel like nothing when your dawgs don't got none
That shit, that's what I got on (uh, uh)
Bad bitch, bougie and she ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Something like a pimp, just like my daddy (yeah)
Smokin' weed and shoppin' sprees, my bad habit (yeah)
Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (uh-huh)
Every day, I come out fresh as fuck, hashtag (for real, though)
Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (for real, though)
Yeah, I do the most, that's why you mad, mad (yeah, yeah)
Ms on top of Ms, I'm gettin' bags, bags (yeah, yeah)
Oh, you mad, mad? (Damn)
You sit up, gossip 'bout other niggas, you sad, sad (damn)
I took her away from a buster now she glad, glad
She met a real nigga, now she just wanna smash, smash
Ayy, every time she see me, yeah, she cut up (go crazy)
Diamonds on me hittin', kickin', bitin', they like, "What up?" (Stupid)
"Am I trippin'? Look, Dolph, you still ain't signed a deal," shit, what for?
Say you can find another nigga like me, baby, good luck, ha (uh)
Blue diamonds, blue Chevelle, pull up bumpin' my shit
Blue racks, blue Chanel, Dolph, you such a stylist
Drinkin' on the dirty and still smokin' on the loudest
I'm my daddy's son so I know that nigga the proudest
Bad bitch, bougie and she ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Something like a pimp, just like my daddy (yeah)
Smokin' weed and shoppin' sprees, my bad habit (yeah)
Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (uh-huh)
Every day I come out fresh as fuck, hashtag (for real, though)
Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (for real, though)
Yeah, I do the most, that's why you mad, mad (yeah, yeah)
Ms on top of Ms, I'm gettin' bags, bags (yeah, yeah)
(Ms on top of Ms, I'm gettin' bags, bags
Ms on top of Ms, I'm gettin' bags, bags
Ms on top of Ms, I'm gettin' bags, bags
Ms on top of Ms, I'm gettin' bags, bags)
