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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Vocals
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
Drew Taylor
Drew Taylor
Songwriter
Krishon Gaines
Krishon Gaines
Songwriter
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Bandplay
Bandplay
Producer
Drew Taylor
Drew Taylor
Producer

Lyrics

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, break that down Ayy bruh, don't get that shit on my sheets bruh Mobbin' in the Bentley, smokin' moon rocks (hey) Pocket full of motherfuckin' blue (blue), guap (guap) Half an ounce in my Gucci tube (tube), socks (socks) For the summertime, got a new (what?), drop (skrrt) Trapper slash rapper slash bad bitch snatcher (ayy come here) Baby mama mad, she say you live like a bastard (so what?) Sold a hundred pounds and gave ten percent to the pastor (church) Keep goin' up the ladder (ayy), they mad, make 'em madder (hey) Told my son when I'm gone you gon' be a rich lil bastard (yeah) Pointers on me hittin' (woo), leave a bitch dizzy (uh) All my old bitches feelin' salty, yeah, yeah In my DM, talkin' 'bout why you dog me? Yeah, yeah But I still miss you, can you call me? Yeah, yeah I heard ain't shit change, that you still ballin', yeah, yeah She used to bust them scripts for me at Walgreens (pour up, pour up) Smugglin' narcotics was my calling (hey), ayy Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh, uh) Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh, uh) Millions on the table, that's major (uh, uh) I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh) Hah-hah, you searchin' for fame (damn) I became a superstar in the dope game (it's Dolph) Found out you a hater, I can't look at you the same (goddamn) She said can she take a picture with my chain? (Goddamn) Got two twin sisters, call 'em yin yang (goddamn) I wish I wouldn't 've fucked that bitch, she insane (goddamn) Alexander McQueen on me, ain't got a stain (yeah yeah) Turned to the plug, my life ain't never been the same (yeah yeah) Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh, uh) Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh, uh) Millions on the table, that's major (uh, uh) I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh) Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh, uh) Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh, uh, gang) Millions on the table, that's major (uh, uh, woo) I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh) House full of bitches like Flavor (Flav) These cuts in my thumb come from countin' paper, yeah (racks) Paper Route the gang and bitch, we a label (gang, yeah) New Glock with a laser, yeah, I let you meet your maker (yeah) Then go out to Jamaica with my motherfuckin' rastas, yeah, yeah I'm movin' with my motherfuckin' shottas, yeah, yeah I walk in, pop my motherfuckin' collar, yeah, yeah A pistol in the motherfuckin' party (Glock) Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh, uh) Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh, uh, gang) Millions on the table, that's major (uh, uh) I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh) Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh, uh) Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh, uh) Millions on the table, that's major (uh, uh) I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)
Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Drew Taylor, Markeyvius Cathey, Krishon O'brien Gaines Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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