Lyrics Young Dolph

Young Dolph

On the River

Pretty white bitches sniffin' cocaine

My trap house live like the "Soul Train"

I had a dream when I was a young nigga (me too)

Bad bitches

(Young live money, big pound of weed in that motherfucker

Gang gang, yeah)

If she ain't pretty, she can't ride with me (hell no)

If she ain't got ass, I don't wanna smash (no thank you)

Weed so good, I don't wanna pass (whoooo)

All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)

I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)

Fuckin' with the realest, don't know a nigga realer (aye)

Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)

Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

Syrup sipper, and she fuck with that liquor (yeah)

Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (yeah)

She started with me first, pulling on my zipper (yeah)

She thick-ilicious, so you know I had to hit her

God damn, hell no, boy you know I didn't kiss her (no)

I'm from Memphis you know I thought about pimping (yup)

G's up hoes down

I might break a bitch like I break down a pound

Want the work for cheap jump on a plane go out of town

Yeah you see that boy solid make that pussy stay from round

All I wanna do is count money lay up with my lil' bitch

Rich niggas ain't dumb, dumb niggas ain't rich

If she ain't pretty, she can't ride with me (hell no)

If she ain't got ass, I don't wanna smash (no thank you)

Weed so good, I don't wanna pass (whoooo)

All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)

I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)

Fuckin' with the realest, don't know a nigga realer (aye)

Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)

Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

All I smoke is killer, gotta shout out Killer

See me in the club I be standing next to killers

Got a crib in Cali so my car ain't got no ceilings

Smellin' like that KK when I walk into the building

Thankful, tryna get another million

Get jammed up he gon' sing like Bryson Tiller

Garage look like the dealer

Got 'em look familiar

Plus I rep them Stealers

Don't care what the bill is

Buy it all, buy it all, buy it all

I met the bitch on the first night she gon' try it all

Lie for bad for a nigga cause he keep tryna call

Got a Rover at my crib, she'll be back to you tomorrow

If she ain't pretty, she can't ride with me (hell no)

If she ain't got ass, I don't wanna smash (no thank you)

Weed so good, I don't wanna pass (whoooo)

All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)

I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)

Fuckin' with the realest, don't know a nigga realer (aye)

Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)

Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)