Smoke My Weed Young Dolph

[Intro]
(Listen to this track, bitch)
(Drumma Boy)
Like, I don't know what this shit called, man, like
I just got a gift, man to run this motherfuckin' paper up (Oh, you special)
Like, I just feel special, don't know what it is (Okay)
Ayy

[Verse 1]
All these bitches love me 'cause I'm special
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thirty bitches on me like Hugh Hefner (Woo)
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, she fine as fuck, but she bisexual
Uh, uh, uh, boy, I'm a heavyweight, you just a feather (Ayy, ayy)
The only nigga in the club with an umbrella (Make it rain on them hoes)
Middle of the summer, rockin' a Gucci sweater, ayy
My jewelry box is so precious, man, that's my treasure (My treasure box)
Got her legs up in the air, panties on the dresser (Hahahaha)
I got her number, but only call her for pleasure (Brrt, ayy, where you at?)
They ask how was I so successful, 'cause I'm special (It's Dolph)
That strong, it came from Cali, reggie came from Texas (Uh-huh)
Say you want twenty of 'em, meet me at the Checkers (Pull up)

[Chorus]
Luxury lifestyle and shoppin' sprees (Yeah)
She just wanna fuck and smoke my weed (Ayy, hold up, lil' mama)
I told my homeboy everything on me (Ha, ayy, it's on me)
I got two for you and two for me (Bad bitches)
If that bitch ain't fuckin', make her leave (Oh, you gotta go, lil' mama)
Try one of my niggas, I'ma squeeze (Uh-huh)
I just smoked a pound of lemon tree (Woo)
She just wanna fuck and smoke my weed