Uh-huh!
It's Dolph!
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[?], I make hits n***a
All I ever want to do is be a rich n***a
Ask your b**h, yeah I'm the sh** n***a
But all I ever want to do is be a rich n***a
Now I did everything they said I couldn't do
If you had no other choice n***a wouldn't you?
What'cha know about trapping with them hundred round drummers boy?
Counting bread and k**ing instrumentals made by Drumma Boy
I'm doing too much they get scared
When I got that coupe [?]
But all I ever want to be was a rich n***a
I was raised not to hate but I swear I hate snitch n***as (I hate em)
Oops, I'm sorry, I'm the type of n***a to fall in there fresh as f** and smoke out the party
I count my first hundred bands and said "Hallelujah!"
I can't do nothing but win, 'cause I'm a sore loser
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Ey, all I ever want to do is be a rich n***a
I don't speak too much I just hold up my wrist n***a (Dope boy!)
Them hoes be like "Dolph you think you slick, n***a"
Too many faces out here I do it for my real n***as
Now I ain't ever had sh**
So now that I got it now, can't nobody tell me sh**
Everything I got, my n***a, I got it on my own
And every time you see me I flash [?] (Sorry)
Pardon me do you have a lighter?
Smoke a n***a rich n***a sh**
On my young rich n***a sh**
Then have a young rich n***a spit
Memphis [?]
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[Tim Gates]
Yeah, told my family we gonna live like the Jacksons
Just be patient, and let me put it into action
n***as getting wrong, ain't no more relaxing
Now I f** with some [?] hoes in high fashion
Big money family that's my only pa**ion
And the lawyer promise you, you gonna get your fraction
All you hear is numbers, you think you in math cla**
Complete everything I never been a half-a**
You know what it do, try'n live with the crew
Every night screwing, wake up to an ocean view
Yeah we make it happen never heard a no-excuse
And f** with this Memphis n***a guaranteed to get the blues
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