I just made 'bout twenty, I got it on me
IPhone constantly jumping, that's just my junkies
Told that bitch my feelings, don't come with no warranty
Since I was a youngin', all a nigga wanted was some money
All a nigga wanted was some money
All I wanted was some money
All a nigga wanted was some money
All I wanted was some money
All a nigga wanted was some money
All I wanted was some money
Since I was a youngin', all a nigga wanted was some money
On my way from Richmond
Headed back to the trenches
I just made five digits, I bet you didn't
All about my riches, I'm rich, bitch
Tell the jack boys they won't hit this lick
And I'm with a rich bitch, bet you can't get this bitch
Why you can't get this bitch? 'Cause she like niggas with bricks
Watch 'em copy this fit, bow down and kiss my Rick's
Diamonds blind your eyelids, silly rabbit, tricks for kids
Ain't showing off my skills yet '
Cause these fuck niggas might steal that
Why I ain't take no deal yet? Same
Reason these niggas ain't killed yet
Keep that Glock with me every step
Uh-uh, fuck nigga can't go like that
Keep spending five hundred on fitted hats
How the fuck you get money to blow like that?
Lighting up a stuffed crust
Go in the back, he gon' bust ya
Nigga pull up beside us
Fire, fire, DJ drive this truck
I need one hundred million bucks
Busting in the door, a million of us
My young thugs, they got them slugs
Let my mink drag on your rug
I just made 'bout twenty, I got it on me
IPhone constantly jumping, that's just my junkies
Told that bitch my feelings, don't come with no warranty
Since I was a youngin', all a nigga wanted was some money
All a nigga wanted was some money
All I wanted was some money
All a nigga wanted was some money
All I wanted was some money
All a nigga wanted was some money
All I wanted was some money
Since I was a youngin', all a nigga wanted was some money
(I ain't never want nothing but some motherfucking money, man)
(Real nigga shit, hey, it's Dolph)
Back when I was just a lil' nigga
All I ever wanted was some skrilla
My family tree full of dope dealers
Your whole clique full of broke niggas
Pull up in Castalia, that's my block
Somebody around the corner just got shot
Police everywhere, the whole hood hot
Trap don't stop, yeah, we still rolling
Back door wide open
I'm breaking down bales, serving and smoking
Young niggas 'round here tote big straps
Dig that, get your ass kidnapped
Everything I got, I got it out the trizzap
I tried my best to stop drinking syrup
But in less than forty-eight hours, man, I had relapsed
Catch me on the weekend selling out shows
Monday morning, back in the trap selling bows
I'm addicted to this shit
Gold on my neck and wrist, ayy
In my bed, two naked bitches, yeah
Young nigga got decisions
Just a young boss nigga straight out of South Memphis
And guess what?
I just made 'bout twenty, I got it on me
IPhone constantly jumping, that's just my junkies
Told that bitch my feelings, don't come with no warranty
Since I was a youngin', all a nigga wanted was some money
All a nigga wanted was some money
All I wanted was some money
All a nigga wanted was some money
All I wanted was some money
All a nigga wanted was some money
All I wanted was some money
Since I was a youngin', all a nigga wanted was some money
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