Paper Route Frank Album Lyrics by Young Dolph

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Love For The Streets

(Mari Beats, turn me up)
(Damn, Yak)
Yeah
(Dun Deal on the track)
Streets raised me, streets paid me
F*cked my first bitch in the hood up on the bed, seven years old, ha

Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)

New AMG (AMG)
Fours on the feet (skrrt, skrrt)
It's time to eat (count it)
Bon appetit (yeah, yeah)
I called a freak (where you at?)
Then fell asleep (f*ck that bitch)
Countin' G's (yeah, yeah)
You know how I be (yeah, yeah, hold up)

I could give a damn about a bitch, man, you know me (bitch)
F*ck her for three days, then dump her next week (bitch)
Had your bitch rollin' blunts in my passenger seat (bitch)
Saved by the bells like I'm motherf*ckin' Screech
Came up a lil' different, all of my friends was the robbers (my nigga 'nem)
Bust ten million down and split that shit up with my partners (uh)
Fifty thou-wow, all blues in my Balmain joggers (racks)
My favorite car is my Chevelle and my side bitch a doctor (woo)
Ridin' with my rifle, uh, right hand on the Bible (I swear)
That bitch blowjob was whack as f*ck, remind me of Blac Chyna (ha)
First, you get the money (then what?) Then you get the power (okay)
Yeah, that bitch, she fine as f*ck, but she snortin' powder

Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)

New AMG (AMG)
Fours on the feet (skrrt, skrrt)
It's time to eat (count it)
Bon appetit (yeah, yeah)
I called a freak (where you at?)
Then fell asleep (f*ck that bitch)
Countin' G's (yeah, yeah)
You know how I be (yeah, yeah, hold up)

You know me, lemon tree in a Russian cream (damn)
Pour up three in a cream soda, I love lean (damn)
Doctor King with the P's, bitch, I had a dream (damn)
Bags of weed boomin' on my street just like ki's (boy)
She a freak, she gon' pull right up, jump on this D (skrrt)
Boy, you weak, nah, I don't speak 'less it's 'bout G's (how much?)
Double C's (Chanel), D&G, or double G's (Gucci)
Nigga, please (what's poppin'?) Where you at? I'm in these streets (ayy)
She a ten (bad), but she look better on her knees (woo)
Drink syrup like Henn' (pour up), I'm in a Benz smokin' weed
My dog in the pen', so I pay all the lawyer fees
Trappin' Memphis 10 (for real), New York for a shopping spree (ayy)

Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)

New AMG (AMG)
Fours on the feet (skrrt, skrrt)
It's time to eat (count it)
Bon appetit (yeah, yeah)
I called a freak (where you at?)
Then fell asleep (f*ck that bitch)
Countin' G's (yeah, yeah)
You know how I be (yeah, yeah)

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Blind Fold

I just love to hustle
Ayy
I don't know why
(Let the BandPlay)
Take this shit however it come, man
The most proud of that shit
Get a whole lot more of that shit, keep goin' (Ayo, BandPlay) ha

Saw my boy lil' bruh, he said, "Dolph, you know how it go" (ayy)
We can't win 'em all, but we still at the top though (ayy, top, whoa)
I go and buy a new chain every time I drop, ho (ho)
You signed all them deals, but ain't got what I got though (no)
In that drop, ho (ho), dodgin' potholes (skrrt)
Blame my cousin (why?) He shouldn't have never let me watch Blow (damn)
Talkin' pesos with my 'migo, eatin' tacos (ocho, nueve)
Count a million backwards, wearin' a blindfold (hey)

Countin', keep countin', keep countin'
And countin', keep countin' and countin' and countin' (ayy, add it up)
Diamonds keep shinin' and hittin' and blindin'
And shinin' and shinin' and shinin' (ball)
This quarter million dollar piece of shit on my arm
It say that it's perfect timin' (ball)
Different car for every day of the week
But I don't even got time to drive 'em (ball)
Put both of my hands on the Bible (yeah)
Lately, I've been gettin' higher (yeah)
Playin' with that chick since a minor (yeah)
You the seller or the buyer? (Both of 'em)
Pat that nigga down, I don't give a f*ck
Make sure he ain't wearin' no wire (f*ck him)
I'm headed to China (I'm on the way)
Rollin' up the best weed in the whole world
But I ain't got no lighter (god damn)
Name a nigga flyer (yeah, yeah)
Lil' nigga, I'll buy you (yeah, yeah)
Niggas all in they feelings, actin' like they on they cycle (I swear)
You the realest nigga in the world until you tell 'em, "Nah," now they don't like you (damn)

Saw my boy lil' bruh, he said, "Dolph, you know how it go" (ayy)
We can't win 'em all, but we still at the top though (ayy, top, whoa)
I go and buy a new chain every time I drop, ho (ho)
You signed all them deals, but ain't got what I got though (no)
In that drop, ho (ho), dodgin' potholes (skrrt)
Blame my cousin (why?) He shouldn't have never let me watch Blow (damn)
Talkin' pesos with my 'migo, eatin' tacos (ocho, nueve)
Count a million backwards, wearin' a blindfold (hey)

Run it through the money machine, then count it by hand (yeah, yeah)
Found out that your baby mama my number one fan (okay)
Boujee black nigga layin' in the sun, 'bout to get me a tan (it's Dolph)
My California bitch don't like to work, ship her some Vans (damn)
Off the wall (off the wall)
F*ck all of y'all (all of y'all)
You and your dogs (all of y'all)
Your bitch call me Biggie and she call you Smalls (ayy, ayy)
She drop everything she doin' when I call
Hmm, ayy, count a milli' billzos with a blindfold (blindfold)
You makin' love, nigga, you f*cked her with your eyes closed (ha)
A multi-millionaire, talkin' 'bout he in grind mode (run it up)
I'm cross the country, trappin' in three different time zones
It's Dolph

Saw my boy lil' bruh, he said, "Dolph, you know how it go" (ayy)
We can't win 'em all, but we still at the top though (ayy, top, whoa)
I go and buy a new chain every time I drop, ho (ho)
You signed all them deals, but ain't got what I got though (no)
In that drop, ho (ho), dodgin' potholes (skrrt)
Blame my cousin (why?) He shouldn't have never let me watch Blow (damn)
Talkin' pesos with my 'migo, eatin' tacos (ocho, nueve)
Count a million backwards, wearin' a blindfold (hey)

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Woah

Yeah, yeah (One Way Mafia)
Uh (Sosa808 got this bitch knockin', nigga, ayy)
Woo

VS's, they different, they hit a lil' harder, just look at the clarity, whoa, whoa
Them bitches be stealin', but got some good pussy, them hoes some savages, whoa, whoa
I f*cked her one time, never answered the phone again, I know she mad at me, whoa, whoa
I put baguettes in the Cartier watch and it came from the factory, whoa, whoa
Jumped out the Wraith with the stars, the freshest nigga in the whole galaxy, whoa, whoa
In high school, I had more money than everybody, includin' the faculty, whoa, whoa
The money so dirty, but the way we stack it up, it's so immaculate, whoa, whoa
Got a new chopper I can't wait to use, burn a nigga like calories, whoa, whoa

She like Chanel, she like Celine
She hold the dope, so she on the team
He can't talk right now, he on the bean
Digital scales, money machines
Makin' shit happen, I ain't got time to dream
I'm too busy makin' shit happen, I ain't got time to dream (uh-uh)
Nah (no), she want my heart, but I don't even know if I got one (damn)
I ain't ran into another nigga like me yet, not one (nah)
Too many chains on my neck and it's too many bitches that's all on my jock (yeah)
I got a lil' bitch in the projects, I go every now and then just to get top (yeah)
I front her lil' brother, he went to school with me back in the day at Corry Middle (yeah)
Back when they used to call me Hitler, ran from the school police and threw the pistol
I buy her Chanel, I buy her Celine
They raided her spot, she didn't say a thing
The AR-15 came with a beam
The paperwork came with this ring (certified, woo)

VS's, they different, they hit a lil' harder, just look at the clarity, whoa, whoa
Them bitches be stealin', but got some good pussy, them hoes some savages, whoa, whoa
I f*cked her one time, never answered the phone again, I know she mad at me, whoa, whoa
I put baguettes in the Cartier watch and it came from the factory, whoa, whoa
Jumped out the Wraith with the stars, the freshest nigga in the whole galaxy, whoa, whoa
In high school, I had more money than everybody, includin' the faculty, whoa, whoa
The money so dirty, but the way we stack it up, it's so immaculate, whoa, whoa
Got a new chopper I can't wait to use, burn a nigga like calories, whoa, whoa

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Uh Uh

Yeah, yeah
(Let the BandPlay), yeah

I like a big booty bitch, look like a horse from the back (damn)
Racked up, I count the shit by the ten stacks (damn)
Mob boss like Gigante, I'm livin' like that
Eighteen-wheeler, I made millions like that
Stuffed half a million in my grandma deep freezer (uh)
Whips in the driveway, Benzes and Bimmers (yeah)
Purp in my cup, 'round my neck Aquafina
Who is that? Bad Spanish bitch like Selena (damn)
She walk in and f*ck it up like Katrina (damn)
These are the good gasolina (damn)
I got two hood bitches always fightin' over me
I told them to go to Jerry Springer (damn)
You can't see me, John Cena (nah)
Rocks on my wrist and my finger (bands)
Dancin' like a ballerina (yeah)
No lil' boy shit, big dreamer

You ain't never seen another nigga like me
Nah, not another nigga like me
Told her, "You ain't never seen another nigga like me" (uh-uh)
Not another nigga like me
You will never meet another real one like me (uh-uh)
Not another real one like me (uh-uh)
You'll never get another like me (uh-uh)
You will never get another like me (uh-uh)

Still pullin' up in the hood just to check on my neighbor, old lady, Ms. Tammy (yeah)
She told me that she wanna see me front row, get me an award at the GRAMMYs (I love you)
My auntie Rita be councilin', I love her to death, you just don't understand me (I love you)
Knockin' shit out the park like Sammy (yeah)
Macho man, bitch, call me Randy (savage)
Smokin' some shit, taste like candy (Skittles)
In the boat with grandmother Fanny
I wish I could've met my granddaddy (swear)
Rollies on my mother and my daddy (I swear)
I'm good as long they happy (I swear)
I'm mismatchin' designers, I'm tacky (so what?)
Twenty racks on a Louis V jacket (ha, the new one)

You ain't never seen another nigga like me
Nah, not another nigga like me
Told her, "You ain't never seen another nigga like me" (uh-uh)
Not another nigga like me
You will never meet another real one like me (uh-uh)
Not another real one like me (uh-uh)
You'll never get another like me (uh-uh)
You will never get another like me (uh-uh)

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That's How

It's Dolph
(It's Gucci)
It's Dolph

One a big house and it's full of bad bitches
I'm just sayin', can a young nigga live?
2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard
But want another Rolls Royce, that's how I feel
For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks
Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat
Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back
Sittin' in the truck, smokin' on a blunt
Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shooting
You think I'm goin' out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
The millions keep callin' my phone and I'm headed straight to it

Shippin' money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I'm dancin' in the truck, that's how I feel
I'm in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that's just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the 'tel, hope that they don't kiss and tell
I'm way too much for just one bitch, that's just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin' to a player
I'm way too trill, I'm hard to kill, that's how I feel

Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, mane 'cause I got road rage
Fresh up out the cage, I'm the jack of all trades
And you suckers can't kill me, I'mma die of old age
Put your hands on Gucci, then I'm jumpin' off stage
Choppa'll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
Call me drop top Wop, I'm in a hard top Wraith
'Bout to roll the window down and start throwin' out grenades
Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and tell 'em give you 20 mil'
And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
And dick so good, she can't keep it to herself

Shippin' money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I'm dancin' in the truck, that's how I feel
I'm in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that's just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the 'tel, hope that they don't kiss and tell
I'm way too much for just one bitch, that's just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin' to a player
I'm way too trill, I'm hard to kill, that's how I feel

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Old Ways

(Let the BandPlay, BandPlay)
(Ayo, BandPlay)
(Ayo, BandPlay, BandPlay)

Drinkin' Ace of Spades, no Rosé, ayy
Celebratin' with the gang, bring a whole case (what's today?)
Every day my birthday, I just want some mo' cake (yeah, yeah)
Used to have a plug in San José (yeah)
First thing that he asked me "so, what's your name?" (Yeah)
Money hungry, young and dumb, ain't got no brain (yeah)
On the e-way in somethin' fast, foot to the floor, man (yoom)
Damn, that pussy good, I wanna give her my last name (hol' up)
Then I had my lil' boy, that shit changed my whole world (Tre Tre)
A couple of years later (what?), now here come my lil' girl (Aria)
I don't work for myself no more, I work for them, respect it (yeah)
Everythin' in my past, that's my passion, I can't help it (yeah)

I love my baby mama to death, but she don't trust me (Goddamn)
I asked her would she marry me, she didn't say nothin' (Goddamn)
I'm sorry, baby, I can only be me, a hustler (Goddamn)
Trap nigga, but my household look like The Huxtables (yeah, yeah)
She think that I'm still stuck in my old ways (uh)
Goddamn, I love the trap, I miss the old days (uh)
Ridin' around in the Ponyville with my throwaway (uh)
Now I just make millions, might listen to some OJ's

Hol' up, right, quick, let me straighten up my ring
(You're my darlin', darlin', darlin')
This motherf*cker kinda big, you know (big, big, big)
(Ayo, BandPlay, ayo, BandPlay, ayo, BandPlay)

I don't play with these lil' niggas, I got kids at home (uh-uh)
My bitch always get mad at me when I'm gone too long
Ayy, came outside today, with all these rocks on (rocks)
Niggas feel my shit in they soul, like a 'Pac song (oof)
That's an investment, not an ordinary watch on (hey, hey)
Keep some bam-bam bad rocks on (rocks)
Told my bitch I know I'm a dog, so, nah, you not wrong (nah)
I'm just runnin' streets with my dawgs, when I'm not home (yeah)
Skinny nigga, bankroll chubby (yeah)
Ain't nobody gon' love me the way you love me (yeah, yeah)
I'm 'posed to be still on the block, thuggin' (yeah, yeah)
Girl, I'm on your ass, just like some huggies
(Like some huggies, like some huggies, like some huggies, uh-uh)

I love my baby mama to death, but she don't trust me (Goddamn)
I asked her would she marry me, she didn't say nothin' (Goddamn)
I'm sorry, baby, I can only be me, a hustler (Goddamn)
Trap nigga, but my household look like The Huxtables (yeah, yeah)
She think that I'm still stuck in my old ways (uh)
Goddamn, I love the trap, I miss the old days (uh)
Ridin' around in the Ponyville with my throwaway (uh)
Now I just make millions, might listen to some OJ's (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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Roster

Ayo, BandPlay (Ayo, BandPlay)

Drinkin' Dom Perignon out the bottle (yeah, yeah)
Called her, told her, come pull up and bring your partner (ayy, bring your friend)
I got a bitch but she know how I feel about her (damn)
I smoke a lot of weed and she a pill popper (yeah, yeah)
Both her and her friend call me Big Poppa (notorious Dolph)
Ain't no limit to this shit, might Silk Da Shock' you (uh, uh)
Ayy, if you ain't 'bout paper, she don't wanna holla (damn)
Got a bad lil' gangsta boo, she be like, "Where them dollars?" (What?)
She sucked me for a hour (whoa)
Put me to sleep like a baby (whoa)
She drive a black Mercedes (yeah)
Carry a black .380 (yeah)
She always say she taken (damn)
That bitch always fakin' (quit playin')
Every time I see her, I f*ck her 'til she start shakin'
Whoa

I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster
(On my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster)
Got a lot of bougie bitches on my roster
(On my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster)
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (ayy)
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (ayy)
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (it's Gucci)
Got a lot of bougie bitches on my roster (yeah, yeah)

It's the Bricksquad boss and I keep spillin' sauce (woo)
She got too fat so I had to cut her off
Cut her off, cut her off, I had to cut her off
Got a young bih' so fine, I had to buy the bitch a loft (wop)
The leather so soft plus the top get lost (yeah)
Two-fifty for the chain but I ain't the one to cross, not to cross
It's Gucci Mane and Dolph
His bitch a major groupie, he can't keep her in the house (damn)
I coach my team Belichick, I put her on the bench
She ain't suckin' like I told her to, she playin' with the dick (yeah)
You know Gucci heavy money, I been stayin' with the shit (frrttt)
My new college chick so super thick, my first round pick (it's Gucci, ha)

I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster
(on my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster)
Got a lot of bougie bitches on my roster
(on my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster)
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (ayy)
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (ayy)
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (yeah)
Got a lot of bougie bitches on my roster (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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Smoke My Weed

(Listen to this track, bitch)
(Drumma Boy)
Like, I don't know what this shit called, man
Like, I just got a gift, man
To run this motherf*ckin' paper up
Like special, like, I just feel special, don't know what it is
Ayy

All these bitches love me 'cause I'm special, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thirty bitches on me like Hugh Hefner, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, she fine as f*ck, but she bisexual, Uh, uh, uh
Boy, I'm a heavy weight, you just a feather, ayy, ayy
The only nigga in the club with a umbrella (make it rain on 'em hoes)
Middle of the summer rockin' a Gucci sweater (ayy)
My jewelry box is so precious, man, that's my treasure (my treasure box)
Got her legs up in the air, panties on the dresser
I got her number, but only call her for pleasure (ayy, where you at?)
They ask how was I so successful, 'cause I'm special (it's Dolph)
That strong, it came from Cali, reggie came from Texas (uh-huh)
Say you want twenty of 'em? Meet me at the checkers (pull up)

Luxury lifestyle, a shoppin' spree (yeah)
She just wanna f*ck and smoke my weed (ayy, hold up lil' mama)
I told my homeboy, everything on me (ayy, it's on me)
I got two for you, and two for me (bad bitch)
If that bitch ain't f*ckin', make her leave (ayy, you gotta go, lil' mama)
Try one of my niggas, I'ma squeeze (uh-huh)
I just smoked a pound of lemon trees (woo)
She just wanna f*ck and smoke my weed

Ha, hold up, she just wanna f*ck and smoke my dope (goddamn)
She ask can she hit my cup, and, I said, "No" (hell nah)
Trappers in the hood look up to me like the Pope (it's Dolph)
Your bitch jump on my dick like she jumpin' rope (yeah, yeah)
Took my bitch overseas and jumped on a boat (jumped on a boat)
What the f*ck is ten stacks? I spent that on a coat
I'm not a distinguished gentleman, I'm a distinguished trapper
They ask what I do for fun, I said, "Mm, shit on rappers" (uh)
I'm nothin' like the rest of 'em (nah), go to war with the best of 'em (yeah)
She bad, I already f*cked her (yeah), my bad, I didn't know you love her
Freshest nigga that's in it, pinky ring look like I'm pimpin'
Six rings like Scotty Pippen, luxury how I'm livin' (ayy)

Luxury lifestyle, a shoppin' spree (yeah)
She just wanna f*ck and smoke my weed (ayy, hold up lil' mama)
I told my homeboy, everything on me (ayy, it's on me)
I got two for you, and two for me (bad bitch)
If that bitch ain't f*ckin', make her leave (ayy, you gotta go, lil' mama)
Try one of my niggas, I'ma squeeze (uh-huh)
I just smoke a pound of lemon trees (woo)
She just wanna f*ck and smoke my weed (ha)

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Always

(Ceoo, turn that beat up)
It's some shit you just gotta do
Ain't no way around that shit, like straight up, for real, for real

Always look a man in the eye (for real)
Never let a bitch see you cry (don't do that)
Always keep your Glock on your side (hey, hey)
Bury me in designer when I die (uh-huh)
Always look a man in the eye (yeah)
Never let a bitch see you cry (nah)
Ayy, always keep your strap on your side (yeah)
Bury me in designer when I die (yeah)

Drinking on that Activis, can barely drive (pour up)
Pull up on her, told her jump in, lets go take a ride (let's go)
If he can't look you in your eye, then that nigga lying (he lying)
I nod my head and my lil' niggas send some bullets flyin' (whoa)
When police stop me he say that my car a one of a kind (thank you)
Your girl with me with no panties on, drinking red wine (woo)
She sophisticated (damn), but she a freak though (yeah)
She a freak ho (yeah), touch your knees, ho (hey)
My left arm on thirty below zero (woo)
We ain't got a 12, turned to the neighborhood hero (it's Dolph)
Every pocket I got a motherf*ckin' B-roll (bankroll)
I keep winnin' like I got a f*ckin' cheat code

Always look a man in the eye (for real)
Never let a bitch see you cry (don't do that)
Always keep your Glock on your side (hey, hey)
Bury me in designer when I die (uh-huh)
Always look a man in the eye (yeah)
Never let a bitch see you cry (nah)
Ayy, always keep your strap on your side (yeah)
Bury me in designer when I die (yeah)

I look my plug in the eye, then I hand him the bag
I blew up in the trap, livin' reckless and fast
Like Michael Jackson, I'm bad
Eight thousand dollar motorcycle jacket, thats swag (hey)
I can't respect a nigga that ain't 'bout his cake, bruh (nah)
"Dolph, you the realest nigga in the game", you late, bruh
Money get low, I call the plug and I make somethin' shake, bruh (hey)
If I don't make it, I take it, no patience to wait, bruh (uh-uh)
Always keep a Glock and stay fly (stay fly)
And I'm quick to tell a bitch a lie (hahaha)
I asked her, "Can I hit that pussy from the side?" (Yeah)
I told my homeboy don't let no busters in my funeral when I die (hey)

Always look a man in the eye (for real)
Never let a bitch see you cry (don't do that)
Always keep your Glock on your side (hey, hey)
Bury me in designer when I die (uh-huh)
Always look a man in the eye (yeah)
Never let a bitch see you cry (nah)
Ayy, always keep your strap on your side (yeah)
Bury me in designer when I die (yeah)

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Beep Beep

(Yeah)
Everywhere I go, it's the same hoes (damn)
Oh, you keep a bad bitch? I keep a bankroll (ooh)
Bitch, talkin' 'bout, "Dolph, can I hit your blunt?" Ain't ho (my bad, baby)
Right now I'm geeked up, baby, like Phabo (geeked up)
Mobbin' in a foreign, I see a hater and honk my horn (beep-beep)
Pussy ass nigga, your mama had a girl when you were born (ha)
I just ordered a fifty, they gon' be here in the mornin' (strong)
Cracked a seal of Wock' Wock', can't stop pourin' and pourin' and pourin' (woo)

Heart of the streets like PJ Buddy, ballin' just like Baby (get your roll on)
Trappin' in Magnolia like Soulja Slim, the streets made me (you heard me)
No Gator mud, I don't drink green, we only pour up purple (Wock' Wock')
Take lil' rainbow dude back to jail and give us C-Murda (yeah)
Gettin' high like three-six but like ballin', G, I might pimp your bitch (SpaceX)
Signed myself, ran up forty million, a bitch can't do it like this (no)
I own all my masters and own all my whips, excuse me, let me take a shit (excuse me)
I like 'em slim and 'em thick, yeah, but they all like me 'cause I'm rich, yeah (who? Me)
Real as get, yeah
She mine, so she forever lit, yeah
Taught her how to hold the stick (thirty)
Pour a four in the six (dirty)
She on her phone, takin' pics (uh)
Us and them don't mix (nah)
Different type on different time
It's the Chrome Hearts with the Ricks (yeah)

Everywhere I go, it's the same hoes (damn)
Oh, you keep a bad bitch? I keep a bankroll (ooh)
Bitch, talkin' 'bout, "Dolph, can I hit your blunt?" Ain't ho (my bad, baby)
Right now I'm geeked up, baby, like Phabo (geeked up)
Mobbin' in a foreign, I see a hater and honk my horn (beep-beep)
Pussy ass nigga, your mama had a girl when you were born (ha)
I just ordered a fifty, they gon' be here in the mornin' (strong)
Cracked a seal of Wock' Wock', can't stop pourin' and pourin' and pourin' (woo)

Calibrate my scale, I stack them packs on packs on packs, though
First Maybach I got, I usually enter through the backdoor (door)
Yeah, you know my stats on Garvey Road, I had that crack row
I remember me and Dolph at Beni's eating crab rolls
Runnin' up a check (check), Audmars, baguette ('guette)
You ain't rich unless you put your mama on a jet (you talkin' shit now)
Okay, that's a bet (okay), parked it in the street (okay)
Fourteen cars, man, you niggas too weak (yeah)
Foreigns on the bando (bando), no light, just a candle (mm)
Couple drinks, put her in the loop like a sample (ooh)
Napkin on my lap, I'm squeezin' lemon on my lobster (lobster)
I might sip some Wock' tonight, damn, I miss my partner (yeah)

Everywhere I go, it's the same hoes (damn)
Oh, you keep a bad bitch? I keep a bankroll (ooh)
Bitch, talkin' 'bout, "Dolph, can I hit your blunt?" Ain't ho (my bad, baby)
Right now I'm geeked up, baby, like Phabo (geeked up)
Mobbin' in a foreign, I see a hater and honk my horn (beep-beep)
Pussy ass nigga, your mama had a girl when you were born (ha)
I just ordered a fifty, they gon' be here in the mornin' (strong)
Cracked a seal of Wock' Wock', can't stop pourin' and pourin' and pourin' (woo)
(Yeah)

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Hall of Fame

Gotta put me up there with the greatest, man
(Let the BandPlay)
All stars, superstars
Hall of famer (uh)

They say I'm showin' out, they say I should be ashamed (ayy)
I don't do it for the clout, bitch, I do it for the gang (ayy)
You can walk in any trap and I bet they know my name (yeah)
Frank Matthews of the South, put me in the hall of fame (fame)
Fame (fame), fame (fame), fame (fame), fame
Add it to my bank account, bitch, and you can keep the fame (yeah)
Fame (yeah), fame (yeah), fame (f*ck all that)
I met my bitch one day, the next day, her life was never the same (for real, though)

Told her your family my family, but all of your friends ain't my friends (uh-uh)
Now here, take the keys to this Benz (here, take that)
I remember back when I ain't have nothin', so, yeah, I'ma ball 'til the end (woo)
I remember I stacked my first hundred bands
I said I'm finna do this again (run it up)
Ha, I see you niggas goin' broke tryna keep up with me (I see you)
Bad boy spendin' millions out here like I'm signed to Diddy (it's Dolph)
Showed up plain jane Rolex, had a meetin' with Roc Nation (okay)
But they got 'bout four, five, six rap niggas over there that be hatin' (on God)
But I still f*ck with Jigga, tell him I got two million for him (for what?)
To do a verse, and if he don't, I still got love for him (on God)
Cuz went to college hoopin', stayin' in the dorm (what else?)
I was still at mama house sleepin' on the floor (for real, though)
I ran up a quarter million and was still (what?), sleepin' on the floor (okay)
The type of nigga have a million at a stash house and act like I'm broke (okay)
When I was sixteen, I said, "tI ain't even about me no more" (yeah)
It's PRE on my chest, this a multi-million dollar logo (yeah, yeah)

They say I'm showin' off, nah, I just let my nuts hang
She said she love to get on top when she wearin' all my chains
My lil' nigga said, "You caked up, Dolph"
I told him, "You can do the same thing"
Frank Matthews of the South, put me in the hall of fame (fame)
Fame (fame), fame (fame), fame (fame), fame
Add it to my bank account, bitch, you can keep the fame (keep that)
Fame (fame), fame (fame), fame (uh-huh)
Have you ever felt a V12 when the gears change? (Hold up)

Have you seen my new charm? It's taller than Johnny Dang (damn)
Hopped out at the corner store and left the 'Rari runnin', man (Gabbana)
Under the influence to get money every day (hustler)
Goyard full of currency, no, I didn't come to play (hey, hey)
I spent a million on Richard Milles
I got a driveway full of hot wheels
Hah, and yeah, she a bad bitch, but nah, that Birkin bag not real (damn)
And yeah, I can eyeball a whole P, f*ck a scale, I got skills (ha)
(Paper Route Frank)
Addicted to the lifestyle (uh)
I'm tryna count me a hundred milli' up right now (right now)
Yeah, nigga, right now (right now)
Tell them f*ck niggas and them duck bitches pipe down (ayy, watch out)
Nah, I can't wait on nobody, if I want it, then I go get it, my nigga (uh-uh)
If it don't cost a quarter ticket, then I can't even sit in it, my nigga (yeah, yeah)

They say I'm showin' out, they say I should be ashamed (ayy)
I don't do it for the clout, bitch, I do it for the gang (ayy)
You can walk in any trap and I bet they know my name (yeah)
Frank Matthews of the South, put me in the hall of fame (fame)
Fame (fame), fame (fame), fame (fame), fame
Add it to my bank account, bitch, and you can keep the fame (yeah)
Fame (yeah), fame (yeah), fame (f*ck all that)
I met my bitch one day, the next day, her life was never the same (for real, though)

Yah mean?
Ayy, I'm just a different type of nigga, yah mean?
Do what the f*ck I wanna, yah mean?
Ayy, bruh, you hang around me too long, man
You might slip up and become a millionaire or some shit, hah
Yah mean?
Yeah
Ayy, look
Lil' mama, if I f*ck with you, you mine
Your life instantly change, you no longer the same
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's Dolph

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Infatuated With Drugs

Big paid (okay)
Big rocks (okay)
Big straps (okay)
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah

A hundred racks got my skinnies saggin' (damn)
Two-hundred rounds inside the G-wagon (damn)
F*cked her one time and she won't stop braggin' (damn)
Half a mil' cash, all Andrew Jacksons
Got a project bitch, look like Janet Jackson (woo)
I got three-tone on
Yellow gold, rose gold, white gold, but my pistol plastic (yeah, yeah, hey)
I can't stick my dick in her, that bitch a duck (bitch)
Nigga, you broke, I don't wanna link up (uh-uh)
I know they hatin', but I don't give a f*ck (ayy)
Might wake up and bando the car, just because (ayy)
I turn a millionaire bitch to my slut (bitch)
Codeine Kool-Aid all in my cup (dirty)
She told her daddy she f*ckin' the plug
Grew up infatuated with drugs

She told her daddy she f*ckin' a thug (a gangster)
Makin' my jewels wet, this shit look suds (like suds)
Blew me a hundred one day, just because (a hundred)
Legendary Crip nigga, I'm the big cuz' (big cuz')
Stuck with my day-ones, we come out that mud (on God)
Can't f*ck on no broke bitch, she can't even get a hug (uh-uh)
Paper Route business, rich niggas, we live it up
Caught me a bomb and I took the whole ticket up
Broke-ass niggas, they ain't even keepin' up (yessir)
Instagram model, she gon' let me beat it up
Right behind this, she gon' eat all my semen up (uh-uh)
Send the blitz on your block, watch the car creepin' up
Turned nothin' to somethin', they didn't believe in us (believe that)
We talkin' 'bout millions, tell me where we meetin' up (we meetin' up)
Mention the gas, on they ass, I'ma keep it up (I'ma keep it up)
Young nigga, take yourself, call the Grim Reaper up
Two-thousand, never done seen her
Turtle with speed water, bitch do the leave (true story)
Feelin' the spot and I'm runnin' through P's (runnin' through P's)
F*ckin' this foreign bitch and she speak Portuguese
Cuz got the chopper, won't let you get close to me
Servin' up Grammy, like f*ckin' the nominees
We know you a bitch, no, you can't get up under me (uh-uh)
We f*ck up the VIP, but pull up, we a hundred deep (yeah)

A hundred racks got my skinnies saggin' (damn)
Two-hundred rounds inside the G-wagon (damn)
F*cked her one time and she won't stop braggin' (damn)
Half a mil' cash, all Andrew Jacksons
Got a project bitch, look like Janet Jackson (woo)
I got three-tone on
Yellow gold, rose gold, white gold, but my pistol plastic (yeah, yeah, hey)
I can't stick my dick in her, that bitch a duck (bitch)
Nigga, you broke, I don't wanna link up (uh-uh)
I know they hatin', but I don't give a f*ck (ayy)
Might wake up and bando the car, just because (ayy)
I turn a millionaire bitch to my slut (bitch)
Codeine Kool-Aid all in my cup (dirty)
She told her daddy she f*ckin' the plug
Grew up infatuated with drugs (Bandz, yeah)

Fell in love with the chop', ain't no love for no ho (no)
I'm in the bando, come get a combo (combo )
I might show you some love if you get ten or more
I'm the lil' nigga on the block, sellin' grams at the corner store
Now a nigga got a boatload (boatload)
Hundred bun on me, got my pockets on swole (on swole)
Ice on my neck and my wrist got me froze (ice, yeah)
Walk out the mansion, I hop in a spaceship (skrrt)
Play with my gang, bitch, you gon' get a facelift (baow)
Keep a Drac' on me with a banana clip (Drac')
Got the whole hood behind, I'm a legend like Nip' (Nip')
Blew a black flame, nigga, I'll never flip
I f*ck with the Bloods and the Crips (Crips)
I'm colorblind, all my niggas, they shootin' off the rip (off the hip)
Bankroll in my pocket, got my pants saggy (saggy)
Big racks in my skinny jeans, make 'em baggy (baggy)
Fell in love with the chopper, sendin' dope like my daddy (ayy)
Hood full of nothin' but dope fiends and crack addicts (yeah)
Hustlers and shooters, we ball like the Mavericks (ball)
I'm a blockstar, bitch, I've never been average (blockstar)
I'm a rockstar, bitch, I've never been average (rockstar)
Trapper, not a rapper, bitch, you know I ain't average (nah, on gang)

A hundred racks got my skinnies saggin' (damn)
Two-hundred rounds inside the G-wagon (damn)
F*cked her one time and she won't stop braggin' (damn)
Half a mil' cash, all Andrew Jacksons
Got a project bitch, look like Janet Jackson (woo)
I got three-tone on
Yellow gold, rose gold, white gold, but my pistol plastic (yeah, yeah, hey)
I can't stick my dick in her, that bitch a duck (bitch)
Nigga, you broke, I don't wanna link up (uh-uh)
I know they hatin', but I don't give a f*ck (ayy)
Might wake up and bando the car, just because (ayy)
I turn a millionaire bitch to my slut (bitch)
Codeine Kool-Aid all in my cup (dirty)
She told her daddy she f*ckin' the plug
Grew up infatuated with drugs

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Get Away

I wanna get away (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna get away (Ghostrage, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah )
I wanna get away (Southside 808, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna get away (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna get away

Got tired of re-in' up and trappin' (I wanna get away)
Now a nigga sick of rappin' (I wanna get away)
All of this shit just too basic (I wanna get away)
My past, I wish I could erase it (I wanna get away)
My bitch ask what I wanna do (I wanna get away)
Runnin' from the laws in the coupe (I wanna get away)
They bite everything that I do (I wanna get away)
Smoke a blunt and eat me some shrooms (I wanna get away)
Livin' in hell, right here on Earth (I wanna get away)
All I do is get high and work (I wanna get away)
Baby, what you doin' on the first? (I wanna get away)
She looked at me and cracked a smirk (I wanna get away)
I taste Codeine when I burp (I wanna get away)
It feel like a nigga cursed (I wanna get away)
Been a while since I went to church (I wanna get away)
Hide my pain and tears in a verse (I wanna get away)
Don't nobody understand me (I wanna get away)
F*ck some fame, f*ck a Grammy (I wanna get away)
Wish I could go be with my granny (I wanna get away)
Sacrificed it all for the family (I wanna get away)
I smoked a blunt and went to Saturn (Saturn)
Pockets keep gettin' fatter and fatter (fatter)
I'm home alone inside my castle (my castle)
Frank, you a dope-sellin' bastard (I wanna get away)
She swear she love me but I don't believe her (I wanna get away)
Should I stay or should I leave her? (I wanna get away)
Ran off on a bitch like a cheetah (I wanna get away)
Piooom (I wanna get away)
I'm sick of countin' millions (I wanna get away)
I need me a billion (I wanna get away)
After that, shit, I'm done (I wanna get away)
Boy, I'ma cash, stay a don (I wanna get away)
In a fake world full of fake love (I wanna get away)
F*ck a bitch, all I need is my drugs (I wanna get away)
I need a Aladdin magic rug (I wanna get away)
Strapped with my .45 with thirty slugs (I wanna get away)
This bitch worrisome as hell, goddamn (I wanna get away)
I'm doin' a whole two hundred in a Lamb' (I wanna get away)
This bitch worrisome as hell, goddamn (I wanna get away)
Bitch, you must don't know who I really am (I wanna get away)

Yeah, yeah (I wanna get away)
Yeah, yeah (I wanna get away)
Yeah, yeah (I wanna get away)
Gone (I wanna get away)
(I wanna get away)
(I wanna get away)
(I wanna get away)