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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
DJ Squeeky
Producer
Lyrics
Aye
Yeah
That lil' **** in the city
Playin' in all them foreigns
(Skrrt)
Got your baby momma in the penthouse shootin' a porn
(Hey)
The only **** to ever sell more P's than Boston George
(Ha-ha-ha, it's dope)
Realest **** in it
Where my motherfuckin' award? (Huh?)
I grew up without it so I had to go get it (Yeah)
Hard head, bad ass
Lil' **** don't listen
Push one button in the coupe
And it start up the ignition
I don't see no competition (No)
I'm too focused on millions
(Hey, hey)
I just walked out the trap
(Walked out the trap)
Duffle bag and the strap (Yeah)
My bitch is bad and I'm paid (Yeah)
A hunnid just for my fade
Sent the hunnid from L.A. (Ha-ha)
My ice too bright, where my shades? (Woo)
That bitch too thick, what's her name?
(What's up?)
Bitch I'm the man, I'm just sayin' (Aye)
Diamonds with no flaws (Yeah)
My hoes come with no drawers (Yeah)
Motherfuck the laws
Don't nobody wanna work
But everybody wanna ball (Aye)
It ain't about paper
I don't answer their phone call
I want it all (Hey)
I do what I want
I might buy a drop full of phones
(Skrrt)
My new bitch be thin
I put my old bitch on pause (Hold up)
Smellin' like a pound of kush
Walkin' through the mall
(Hey, hey)
I want it all
(I want it all)
I want it all
(Let's go)
Diamonds got no flaws (Nah)
Your bitch got no walls (Nah)
And I ain't got no ceilin' (Nah)
Fuck you and your bitch feelings (Yeah)
Jumped up out the space ship rockin' a Margiela sweater
(It's dope)
Legend in the trap boy
They gave me a gold medal (Trap)
If you ain't about your paper
Lil' **** you better (Better)
Stash a million in the backyard
Where my shovel? (My shovel)
Found two bad bitches
Put 'em in the bed together (Yeah)
I'm a selfish ****
All my bitches mine forever (Hey)
Money countin' machine (Yeah)
And some rubber bands (Bands)
My neck full of bling (Bling)
Couple hunnid grand (Uh)
I'm the, I'm the man (It's dope)
That's all that I'm sayin' (It's dope)
Pitch a hunnid pack of strong to 'em underhand
(Hey)
Diamonds with no flaws (Yeah)
My hoes come with no drawers (Yeah)
Mothafuck the laws
Don't nobody wanna work
But everybody wanna ball (Aye)
It ain't about paper
I don't answer their phone call
I want it all (Hey)
I do what I want
I might buy a drop full of phones
(Skrrt)
My new bitch be thin
I put my old bitch on pause (Hold up)
Smellin' like a pound of kush
Walkin' through the mall
(Hey, hey)
I want it all
(I want it all)
I want it all
(Let's go)
Written by: Adolph R. Thornton, Hayward Ivy