[Chorus]
What these b**hes want from a n***a (Yeah)
If they ain't with me they against me f** them n***as (for real)
I ain't got time for doing sh** but counting skrilla
What these b**hes want from a n***a, what they want x 3
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I ain't got time to spend but I got cake to spend
My lil' b**h hate that sh** she said she can't take this sh**
I feel like I just hit the lotto I'm smokin' on a Gelato
She hand me my pistol before I walked out of the house yeah that's my lil' rado
I only smoke nothing but fire I pour up codeine to get higher
A million dollars later (what happened) I just told my plug I retire
I smoke a zip everyday but I can't keep up with a lighter
I'm a sh** talking Rolex wearing a** n***a like Ric Flair
A real dope boy that send packs all over the city everywhere
A fast car driving Dolce and Gabbana suit wearing a** n***a
Ol' 5 gram blunt smoking [?] now I'm smelling a** n***a
Lil mama blowing me up she done had too much liquor
Chorus x 1
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I jump in my whip back out the garage
I got two b**hes on 3 way they wanna have a minaj
I told them all I want is some head and a ma**age
Head so good when she got through I gave her a round of a applause
Just caught another charge. Beat another case
In a club drinking codeine pouring out that ace
Daddy yo thats my brother my mother f**ing ace
2 million dollars cash in a mother f**ing safe
Out here saving all these hoes n***a you need a cape
All this money on the floor I need a f**ing rake
$3,000 dollar Cartiers on my f**ing face
Just left Wells Fargo and pulled up at Chase
Chorus x 1