Lyrics
Real nigga shit
It's Dolph
Tell you a little something 'bout a nigga like me (What's that?)
Marijuana residue on my white tee (Ayy)
Bankroll in my pocket and that bitch all blue
I'm just keepin' this shit one hundred
Free C-Murder, nigga, true (Free C-Murder)
True nigga 'til I'm dead
If I die, bury me beside my four five (Yep)
And smoke a whole pound (Strong)
But until then, I'ma keep on servin' (What you tryna get?)
Stuntin' on these bitches and swervin' (Yeah)
In somethin' that go real fast, drop-top and foreign
My West Coast bitch foreign
Smokin' weed and drinkin' syrup at
Eight o'clock in the mornin' (Smoke one)
My trap spot wide open, nigga, at nine o'clock in the mornin'
One p.m., pack came from Derrick Ferrell out in California
I got customers at my door, countin' money, talkin' on the phone
Your bitch on my other line (Hello?)
But she ain't talkin' dollar signs (What?)
Your bitch on my other line, but she ain't talkin'
Dollar signs (She ain't talkin' 'bout shit)
She sent me a text, "Let's go to lunch,"
I text her back, "I ain't got time" (Hell nah)
I got customers at the door (What up?)
Countin' money, talkin' on the phone (Hey, hey)
Your bitch on my other line, but she ain't talkin' dollar signs
Your bitch on my other line, but she ain't talkin' dollar signs
She sent me a text, "Let's go to lunch
" I text her back, "I ain't got time"
Dollar signs (Yep), dollar signs (Yep)
Your bitch on my other line (What's up?), I ain't lyin' (Hahaha)
She just called my phone, said she got dick all on her mind, uh
I said, "Bitch, when you get drunk, you say that all the time," uh
That's your favorite line, huh? But I ain't got time (Nah)
She ready to give that pussy up and blame it on the alcohol
Swear she gettin' money, but that bitch
Be stealin' at the mall (What the fuck?)
Any given time, she ready to come out them drawers (Hahahaha)
She love givin' head 'cause she ain't got no walls (Hell nah)
Got money stashed in the ceiling, in
The floor, and in the walls (Hey, hey)
Out in LA ballin' like I'm Chris Paul
No Activis around, got me goin' through withdrawals
I got customers at my door, countin' money, talkin' on the phone
Your bitch on my other line (Hello?)
But she ain't talkin' dollar signs (What?)
Your bitch on my other line, but she ain't talkin'
Dollar signs (She ain't talkin' 'bout shit)
She sent me a text, "Let's go to lunch,"
I text her back, "I ain't got time" (Hell nah)
I got customers at the door (What up?)
Countin' money, talkin' on the phone (Hey, hey)
Your bitch on my other line, but she ain't talkin' dollar signs
Your bitch on my other line, but she ain't talkin' dollar signs
She sent me a text, "Let's go to lunch,"
I text her back, "I ain't got time" (Hey)