How Could Young Dolph

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
Uh-huh
Real nigga shit
Ayy, light that weed up, bruh
Give me some rubber bands
What's poppin', lil' mama?

[Chorus]
How could a bitch so bad pussy be so good? (So good)
How could a million-dollar nigga be so hood? (It's Dolph)
All that ass she got, that's why she walk like that, yeah
All this cash I got, that's why I talk like that
Balmain and Margielas what I'm rocking (Ayy, ayy)
Two hundred in my skinnies, you know how I'm rockin' (Racks)
She signed for it and called and told me that she got 'em (Hahaha)
That's my trap bitch, she just want some red bottoms, uh

[Verse 1]
Bought a Rolls-Royce just to smoke kush in it (Damn)
This carbine one-five got a hundred bullets in it
She bad and she paid (Yeah)
That's my kind of bitch (What up?)
These niggas counterfeit (They fake)
My old-school sick (Stupid)
My bitch too thick (Woo)
Your bitch look like a motherfuckin' toothpick (Hahaha)
I just poured up a four and poured some out for Pimp (R.I.P. Pimp C)
I took this South Memphis shit and I went worldwide (Hey)
I smashed her for thirty minutes, then told her open wide (Take that)
If you 'bout paper, then let's get it, 'cause so am I
Multi-million-dollar nigga smokin' blunts on the block
Remember we ain't have shit, but grandma, she did her best
From the projects to private jets, pickin' up check after check
Wanna know what a hundred thou' look like? Just look at my neck (Woo)
I'm drillin' your bitch from the back and still got on my Rolex (Uh)
In the club passin' bitches out bottles of Moët (Hah)