Money Callin’ Young Dolph

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[Verse 1]
Word on the street, that lil' nigga ill
Word on the street, that lil' nigga for real
You ever counted so much money it gave you the chills?
Ran through a half a mil', we ain't got no record deal
Sold my own dope, rolled up my own smoke
Started getting money and couldn't trust my own folks
She got booty shots or not, shit I don't know
I fuck my own ho, and prolly yours too, nigga
I learned how to weigh up dope when I was goin' to school, nigga
That's why I thought that it was cool to sell my dope at school, nigga
See me with your ho, you know what we about to do nigga
On the way to the Marriott 'bout to act a fool wit' her

[Bridge 1]
On the way to the room got a phone call
Money on the line had to drop that bitch off
Just like that, I had yo bitch ready to drop them drawers
Money on my phone and me and my niggas, we want it all

[Chorus]
What have you done for me lately?
That's why it's, "Fuck you, pay me"
It's like this money just be callin' me
It's like this money just be callin' me
Money on my phone, money in my home
Money on my phone, money in my home
Money on my phone, bitch, leave me alone
Money on my phone, money in my home