[Intro: Young Dolph]
(Play me some pimpin', man)
Baby
Baby, baby, baby
Oh, baby (Baby)
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, it's Dolph
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (Skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she a rich nigga bitch
Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich nigga list (Told you)
Black-ass nigga, quarter mil' on his wrist (Hey)
Black-ass nigga with a bad ass bitch (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (For real, though)
I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Ten toes, stayed down (Yeah), real hustlin' (Yeah)
Cut a couple niggas' water off, but still love 'em (Fuck 'em)
Young nigga, big heart (Big), big nuts (Big)
G-Wagen or the double-R, which truck?
Ball hard for the days when I didn't have it (Ayy)
She bad as a motherfucker, but she still ratchet (Ayy)
Started in South Memphis, ended up in a mansion (Ayy)
Ain't no stylist needed here, crazy with the fashion (Uh-huh)
I'm just poppin' my shit, nah, I ain't braggin' (Yeah, yeah)
Pickin' up bags all in Paris (Yeah, yeah)
Flood my neck out with some carats (Uh)
My young niggas the neighborhood terrorists
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