Baggage Claim (Remix) Dame D.O.L.L.A. (Ft. Benny the Butcher & Mozzy)

[Intro: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
You feel me?
OG Parker
BUTCHER comin'
N-N-Nonstop

[Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Uh, hundred thousand worth of jewels
But I'm a project nigga (I'm a project nigga)
So there's surgery with this choppa if there's conflict with us
Haters thought this paper probably turn me to a conscious nigga (Nah)
Like every room in my house don't have a pyrex in it, uh
Coldest streets, I'm back, and all the hustlers heard me
Only my plug can get that number, it's like a custom jersey
We pulllin' Porsches on the lawn, I get to stuntin' early (Skrr)
Now I got horses in my yard like the Kentucky Derby (Uhh)
Let's go

[Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
Flights across the country gettin' to a bag (Big bags)
Pledge allegiance to the squad, never to a flag (Squad)
They ain't see us havin' flyin'-on-a-charter cash (They didn't)
Foreign whips, dealer plates with the missin' tags (Talk to 'em)

[Verse 2: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I came a long way, boy, I was curb service (Serve 'em)
Pray for all these blessings after church sermons (Amen)
Now my name so big I live in third person (Ha)
And I don't know which one of me was in your bird cervix, ay (Hmm)
Ay, I keep a section lit 'cause I'm a lifeline (Lifeline)
I'm twenty-eight and rich, I'm in Mike prime (In my prime)
I'm all about a function when it's nighttime (Haa)
But don't get it twisted when I'm in my right mind (Right mind)