Lyrics
[Intro]
Shitting on industry
Paper route empire
It's DOLPH, uh huh
Ha ha, yeah
[Chorus]
Hey, hey, shining harder than Times Square
You can see the ice from a mile away
Lil' **** with a big bank
Big pistol and a two toned Wraith
Mama told me don't fuck with these pussy ass ****
'Cause they two faced
I just spent me another 60k on me another—
[Verse 1]
It's DOLPH
Paper route empire
Uh huh, ha ha, yeah
Hey, hey, shining harder than Times Square
You can see the ice from a mile away
Lil' **** with a big bank
Big pistol and a two toned Wraith
Mama told me don't fuck with these pussy ass ****
'Cause they two faced
I just spent me another 60k on me another big face
[Verse 2]
You out here chasing these nothing bitches
I just met a bad bitch at the bank
I don't kick it with fuck **** or fake **** 'cause I can't relate
Tried to leave the streets but can't escape
Taking over shit, fuck being patient
I told lil' mama her ass so fat she deserve a mother fucking trophy, uh
Lil' **** playing with all their paper
Still getting geeked like I'm smoking, yeah
I'm already high as hell, but the weed so good, I keep rolling
Got a driveway full of foreign shit
Everybody know I love a juicy bitch
I smash her good then I lose the bitch
I lose the bitch, yeah, I'm through with it
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I gotta get back to that paper
No, I ain't got no time for relations
I'd rather go weigh some paper
Before my time get wasted
[Chorus]
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
I spend it and go get some more
I spend it and go get some more
Addicted to getting this dough
I spend it and go get some more
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
[Verse 4]
I spend it and go get some more
I jump in the Porsche and pull up on your ho
I got bread on me
Hey, call me back 'bout thirty minutes
I'm getting some head, homie
I put her to sleep and I dip
Roll up a blunt while I'm driving
I got racks on me, dog
I got stacks on me
I ain't stopping, homie
****, I got paper to get
Your diamonds ain't hitting like this
[Verse 5]
Your bitch don't look like shit
No, I don't see these lil' ****
No, I don't see these lil' ****
Better go get you some skrilla
Sit in circles, tipping strippers
Smoking weed, taking pictures
The bad bitches love a ****
Another like the other ****'s
Only if you knew what I had to do to get it
Yeah, all of my **** they with it
I got rid of all of my bitches
Trying keep up with me, a **** gone run they self crazy
Trying keep up with these bitches, these **** gotta be crazy
[Chorus]
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
I spend it and go get some more
I spend it and go get some more
Addicted to getting this dough
I spend it and go get some more
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
Written by: Christopher Daniels Miller, Future, Rico Brooks, Sonny Corey Uwaezuoke
