At the House

It's Dolph

I do this shit for real, my ****

That two seater fully loaded, this swisher sweet fully loaded

This rich piece fully loaded, so this four five fully loaded

Them young ****, I can't control em

Pull up with a thirty thousand dollar motor

Eyes low, 'cause I'm never sober, 'cause I'm a mud drinker

And a strong smoker

Got a little bitch that get money out pure passion and out stroker's

My old head **** said, "You get too much money, young ****, stay focused"

Had an out of state plug when I was nineteen, ****

So I ain't ever been local

Jumped in this rap game, spent a little change

Brought the streets with me, now it's time to take over

Uh-huh, it's Dolph

The king pen shit

That Paper Route Empire shit

Shmoke one

Go get the money, ****

Is he the producer?

Ay, (What up?) It's Dolph (Shmoke one, ****) I do this shit for real, my ****

That two seater, fully loaded, this swisher sweet, fully loaded

This rich piece fully loaded, so this four five fully loaded

Them young ****, I can't control em

Pull up with a thirty thousand dollar motor

Eyes low, 'cause I'm never sober, 'cause I'm a mud drinker

And a strong smoker

Got a little bitch that get money out pure passion and out stroker's

My old head **** said, "You get too much money, young ****, stay focused"

Had an out of state plug when I was nineteen, ****

So I ain't ever been local

Jumped in this rap game spent a little change

Brought the streets with me, now it's time to take over

****, that's that Paper Route Empire shit

Got a white girl that like to twerk

Guess she on that Miley Cyrus shit

I don't need no pen, don't need no paper

Jay, give me a track and I'll demolish it

I'm on the other side of the country with fifty P's in my closet, bitch

I have the bread in the house, in the bed in the coach

I came up with a multi million dollar plan at the house

I don't trust these hoes, so now I don't get head at the house

I just woke up out a nightmare, fuckin' feds ran in the house

Press up CD's at the house, weighin' P's at the house

Hell nah, I ain't never had no keys at the house

Lotta pistols, a hundred thousand dollar wardrobe at the house

Fresh as fuck and strapped up, every time I leave the house

I got no cable at the house, just plenty paper at the house

I ain't talkin' hoes, when I say I got flavors at the house

Stack my paper to the ceilin' went and bought Mama a house

Said, "Mama, do me a favor and keep yo ass up out the south"

Now mama wavin' at her white neighbors just chillin' at the house

But daddy just like me, that **** still runnin' in and out

Whatcha doin' in the hood, dad?

Young ****, watch your mouth

My mama just called me tipsy say she brought me in and she'll take me out

God damn, what the fuck? Yeah, I'm still dealin' with this

Daddy just like me, south Memphis ****, that's real **** shit

Hood **** run through a couple hundred bands

While I'm eatin' on a box off Popeyes

****, I'm connected like Wi-Fi

**** that's why I

I have the bread in the house, in the bed in the coach

I came up with a multi million dollar plan at the house

I don't trust these hoes, so now I don't get head at the house

I just woke up out a nightmare, fuckin' feds ran in the house

Press up CD's at the house, weighin' P's at the house

Hell nah, I ain't never had no keys at the house

Lotta pistols, a hundred thousand dollar wardrobe at the house

Fresh as fuck and strapped up, every time I leave the house