Young Dolph Lyrics
"Bars"

I fucked my money up, then I couldn't do shit
What the fuck you do
Dolph? I don't know what the hell I did
60 racks gone

And I don't know where the fuck it went
Fuck all that back again
Locked the CEO up, now I'm the CEO bruh
The other half is, all we burn is

Fuck with him
And I promis all your thoughts gon
Be all over your patio
Dolph from South Memphis

But I got bitches in the vally though
High class street nigga
Still keep that heat nigga
Keep it like I keep something from nigga

Paper Route be what it be, nigga
Yeah it's time to eat, nigga
6 figure bomb on it, it's time to feast
Nigga it's Dolph, I'm the shit

Ask your sister, ask your
Antie, ask your cousin, ask your bitch
We burning up on my side of town
Welcome y'all to the 2011 funky town

Niggas still snorting
But I don't do that snorting spent 10
000 on my Kush habbit and polo horses
10 times your car though

20 times your mortgage
Me and that skrilla squad
That's a million dollar portion
Than a foreign

Peeking out the blinds, for tourests
Still paranoid
They say "Hi!"s flavor extra hot
But his mouth scorching

I damb near killed myself when I
Fell asleep behind that wheel
Diamonds in my ear, my future crystal clear
Look I ain't got time for bullshit

A hundred rounds in my clip
Chopper on my back seat, same side my
And I ain't talking body fat when I
Tell you get your weight up blazed up

Gucci floss when I wake up
Ain't no secret I'm caked up
And yeah I fucked your wife
Cause she was easy as a lay up

And na we didn't lay up
She got up and fixed her makeup
I threw my Prada Chucks back on
Back to counting this paper

What's that on that table?
Multi different flavors
And when he get into that booth flavors
I never been a fan of TV

Cause I grew up with no cable
But now I got a stash house, no fernecher
No cable them old school players tell me
Boy you stay sharp as a raiser

Homeboy I been major
I make that shit look easy
I got your bitch with her legs
Up top take it easy

The zip I'm burning straight out
And if it's bout money young Master P
Ain't no limit to them numbers, I
Got the shit on master lock

Why I got the master key
Nigga, don't speak my name unless
You want a family tragity
I got a stupid sack

That's why them bad bitches harassing me
Watching the at the Hiltin
While I'm burning trees