Forever Young Dolph

[Intro]
Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work (We boomin')
Blunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with—
Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work (We boomin')
Blunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with purp
Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work (We boomin')
Blunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with purp
(Drumma Boy)
My nigga, I'ma be chasin' that motherfuckin' money 'til I'm dead, man
For real (Yeah)
Yeah ('Cause all I know is get this motherfuckin' money)

[Verse 1]
Saw mama yesterday, she said, "You need to get some rest"
I told her I'll get some sleep when I'm dead
Shit, and I ain't got no friends, all my friends dead (Presidents)
Big heads and they tied up with rubber bands (Ayy, ayy)
Penthouse smokin' weed on the top floor like Bruh Man (Hahaha)
Still puttin' bitches up out my spot just like Martin
Told my plug to double up, tryna get that new Aston Martin
Droppin' off bails of weed in that V-coupe Charger (Skrrt)
Tall-ass nigga in that 911 Targa (Ayy)
Pulled up on your bitch, got some head, tipped her a hundred dollars (It's Dolph)
Smoked a blunt with her, got money to make, so I'ma holla (I'm gone)
We pourin' up lean in the club, you can keep them sparklers