Lyrics Young Dolph

Young Dolph

In Charlotte

What watch should I put on though?

Aye what car should I drive today?

Aye somebody roll up a blunt

Big money shit

(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)

Million dollars cash, all twenties in the closet

Bought a short bus because my ice game retarded

Self-made millionaire, now I'm labelled a target

Fucked that bitch and put her out 'cause her pussy was garbage

Yeah them bitches bad so I pass 'em to my lil niggas

They wanna act up so I pass them boys to the hitters

Don't ask me why they mad, I don't know, I'm getting too much scrilla

My bank account got big and my head got even bigger

White Audemar, gold bracelet, big rocks

A whole month straight ain't been bumpin' shit but Pac

Coogi sweater on, RIP B-I-G

I just left LA on the way to NYC

Call me water boy 'cause I'm dripping all this water

Met her down in Florida but I fucked that bitch in Charlotte

Born a dope boy, never wanted to go to college

Bad Puerto Rican, New York bitch, met her in Starlets

I shut down the party, I shut down the party

Went and parked the Rari then I go jump on the Harley

Pull up, go and throw a dub at Cameo in Charlotte

I shut down the party, I shut down the party

Goddamn man

Who the fuck is this? hello?

(Hello, hello, hold up

Are y'all straight bruh?)

Yeah, wassup bruh?

(Aye y'all straight, you straight?

Man what the fuck happened man, we heard about this shit, what the fuck happened up there man? what y'all got going on? huh?)

That nigga shot all the motherfuckin' bullets, ain't hit shit

Stupid ass nigga

Just cause my money keep running like Forrest Gump

I got niggas hate me like I'm Donald Trump

Where I'm from you don't make it to see 21

That's why all these young niggas ridin' 'round with they gun

Front page newspaper, number one topic

Niggas mad at Dolph Obama just 'cause I'm the hottest

Can't nobody stop me, man my neck so rocky

Said she seen Flippa dancing and that's how she spot me

Two things that I just can't respect

A fuck nigga and a lying ass bitch

That lil nigga keep on running up that check

I gave my dogs the recipe to get rich

They started shooting, we didn't even break a sweat

April Fools, the trick's on you bitch

You playing checkers lil boy, I'm playing chess

I just scored again boy, all nets

Paper Route, we got now and next

That's a motherfucking mansion 'round my neck

I'm in a Chevelle, but the motor it came out a Vette

I might sign with DJ Khaled, because we the best, hah

Call me water boy 'cause I'm dripping all this water

Met her down in Florida but I fucked that bitch in Charlotte

Born a dope boy, never wanted to go to college

Bad Puerto Rican, New York bitch, met her in Starlets

I shut down the party, I shut down the party

Went and parked the Rari then I go jump on the Harley

Pull up, go and throw a dub at Cameo in Charlotte

I shut down the party, I shut down the party