RNB

RNB - Young Dolph

Lyrics by：Adolph Thornton/JR./Megan Pete/Jordan Houston/Willie Hutch

Composed by：Adolph Thornton/JR./Megan Pete/Jordan Houston/Willie Hutch

Produced by：Juicy J

Play me some pimpin' man

Baby

Baby baby baby

Oh baby

Uh huh

Yeah yeah it's Dolph

What Juicy say?

He be like shut the fuck up

Yeah yeah yeah

Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich

You can't talk to my girl she a rich

Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich

List told you black

Quarter mil' on his wrist

Black with a bad

I went got the bag and now everything lit

I went got the bag and now everything lit

I went all the way through hell

And back to get to this yeah

Ten toes stayed down real hustlin'

Cut a couple water off but still love 'em

Young big heart big nuts

G-Wagen or the double-R which truck?

Ball hard for the days when I didn't have it

She bad as a mother but she still ratchet

Started in South Memphis ended up in a mansion

Ain't no stylist needed here

Crazy with the fashion

I'm just poppin' my nah I ain't braggin'

Pickin' up bags all in Paris

Flood my neck out with some carats uh

My young the neighborhood terrorists

Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich

You can't talk to my girl she a rich

Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich

List told you black

Quarter mil' on his wrist

Black with a bad

I went got the bag and now everything lit

I went got the bag and now everything lit

I went all the way through hell

And back to get to this yeah

Please don't wish me well

If you used to give me hell

Spend they last to fake it

When it's free to be real huh

Please don't come and tell me

'Bout no story that you heard

This is not Sesame street

I do not kick it with no birds ah

Brown skin in a black Lam' swervin'

I just blew a bag on all-black Birkin

I think that I might be way too real of a

Ayy he told me watch my mouth I told him

Watch your kids huh

This that rich if it ain't

Then he ain't lookin'

You can't take my from me with your cleanin'

Or your cookin'

Drive my Phantom through the hood on some rich

You can't 'cause he with a rich

Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich

You can't talk to my girl she a rich

Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich

List told you black

Quarter mil' on his wrist

Black with a bad

I went got the bag and now everything lit

I went got the bag and now everything lit

I went all the way through hell

And back to get to this yeah

I went got the bag and now everything lit the bag

I went got the bag and now everything lit the bag

I went got the bag and now everything lit the bag

I went got the bag and now everything lit woo

Rocks rocks around my neck

They match the ones that's on my 'fit

Seen a girl from high school in traffic

Blew her a kiss

Too rich for a broke baby nah we don't mix

I got bad comin' by the twos like a Twix

Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich

You can't talk to my girl she a rich

Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich

List told you black

Quarter mil' on his wrist

Black with a bad

I went got the bag and now everything lit

I went got the bag and now everything lit

I went all the way through hell

And back to get to this yeah