It's over wit' for 'em
(Sosa808)
Lil' boy business over there
Paper Route business over here
Ha, yeah

Bad bitch, bougie and she ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Somethin' like a pimp, just like my daddy (ya)
Smokin' weed and shoppin' sprees, my bad habit (ya)
Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (uh-huh)
Every day, I come out fresh as fuck, hashtag (for real though)
Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (for real though)
Yeah, I do the most, that's why you mad, mad (yeah, yeah)
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags (yeah, yeah)

Ayy, I been goin' crazy, crazy, been tellin' me slow down lately (slow down)
On the E-way doin' one-eighty, and still can't believe I made it (yeah)
Whatever I want, I take it (yeah)
Invited your bitch to dinner, then called her back, told her that I can't make it (sorry)
But she gon' still pull up and fuck me crazy 'cause that's my baby (yeah)
But last night she was just textin' me talkin' 'bout she hate me (what?)
Machine guns all around my house, I grew up on Dick Tracy (ugh)
P's of strong just to roll up, I smoke like I'm Jamaican (what's that?)
VS1 rocks in my ears and they all in my bracelet (whew)
My lil' boy wear Rolex, my daughter wear a diamond anklet
Havinthisshit.com (for real though)
Havin' paper don't feel like nothin' when your dawgs don't got none
That shit, that's what I got on (uh-uh)

Bad bitch, bougie and she ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Somethin' like a pimp, just like my daddy (ya)
Smokin' weed and shoppin' sprees, my bad habit (ya)
Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (uh-huh)
Every day, I come out fresh as fuck, hashtag (for real though)
Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (for real though)
Yeah, I do the most, that's why you mad, mad (yeah, yeah)
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags (yeah, yeah)

Oh, you mad, mad? (Damn)
You sit up, gossip 'bout other niggas, you sad, sad (damn)
I took her away from a buster now she glad, glad
She met a real nigga, now she just wanna smash, smash
Ayy, every time she see me, yeah, she cut up (go crazy)
Diamonds on me hittin', kickin', bitin', they like what up? (Stupid)
"Am I trippin'? Look Dolph, you still ain't signed a deal", Shit, what for?
Say you can find another nigga like me, baby, good luck, ha (uh)
Blue diamonds, blue Chevelle, pull up bumpin' my shit
Blue racks, blue Chanel, Dolph, you such a stylist
Drinkin' on the dirty and still smokin' on the loudest
I'm my daddy's son, so I know that nigga the proudest

Bad bitch, bougie and she ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Somethin' like a pimp, just like my daddy (ya)
Smokin' weed and shoppin' sprees, my bad habit (ya)
Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (uh-huh)
Every day, I come out fresh as fuck, hashtag (for real though)
Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (for real though)
Yeah, I do the most, that's why you mad, mad (yeah, yeah)
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags (yeah, yeah)

M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Adolph Thornton Jr.