Rich Nigga Young Dolph (Ft. Tim Gates)

[Intro: Young Dolph]
Uh-huh
Dolph

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, nigga (Yeah)
All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga
Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, nigga
But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Now I did everything they said I couldn't do (Uh-huh)
If you had no other choice nigga wouldn't you?
What y'all know about trappin' with them hundred-round drummers, boy?
Countin' bread and killin' instrumentals made by Drumma Boy (Paper Route Empire)
I'm doin' too much they get scared
Went and got that coupé and then went got that iced out big head
But all I ever want to be was a rich nigga
I was raised not to hate but I swear I hate snitch niggas (I hate 'em)
Oops, I'm sorry, the type of nigga to fall in there fresh as fuck and smoke out the party
I count my first hundred bands and said "Hallelujah"
I can't do nothin' but win, 'cause I'm a sore loser

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, nigga (Yeah)
All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga
Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, nigga
But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga