Talking To My Scale
Paper Route EMPIRE, Young Dolph
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(We got all the beef) Yeah, nigga, f*ck everybody, f*ck everything, nigga Get money, nigga Run that shit up, nigga Run that shit all the way up, nigga 'Til you can't run it no motherfuckin' more, nigga All the way up, nigga Up-up, nigga, to the motherfuckin' ceiling, nigga F*ck these bitches F*ck these niggas, too, f*ck 'em all Yah mean? I mean this shit, for real, for real, nigga, straight up Ayy (ayy) If I sacrificed myself, will I go to hell? (Huh?) In my trap house countin' guala, talkin' to my scale (what up?) My jewelry box havin' more water than Wisconsin Dells (water) Trap nigga, I count money better than I spell Came up from nothin', addicted to hustlin' Yeah, he my dawg, but nah, I don't trust him She a bad bitch, but she know we just fuckin' She told me she love me, I told her, "You pluckin'" (Cut that shit out, lil' mama) stop it This bitch deserve a gold medal the way she suck it (shit) Blue Louis V bucket (yeah), my chain too big to tuck it (yeah) My blunts the size of Biggie, spendin' paper like I'm Puffy (yeah) She f*ck me, then she lucky (I swear) Yeah, she got that super sloppy, I call that bitch yucky Bitch, don't speak to me in public (bitch) Fast money, fast cars, I live for this shit (bitch) My young nigga 'nem, man, they gon' kill for this shit (bitch) Shakin' my head, Dolph, you just too real for this shit (bitch) My first investment was a vacuum seal, then I got rich (bitch) Mimo can get whatever from me 'cause he never switched Jizzle was right there with me, man, we didn't have shit Sleepy Cuz quick to tell me, "F*ck him, he a bitch" (f*ck him) Dog ass nigga off the leash, duckin' the pigs (Dolph) Went and found the plug, came back and told my nigga, "It's up" (it's Dolph) We gon' ball forever and forever, straight out the mud (hey) Been through so much shit, so I fill my body up with drugs (can't help it) Twenty whips in front of the club, nigga, that's us (us) I'm my own stylist, I spent millions on designers (drippin') I got my own island, nigga, cast out and you can find me Got more jewelry than your jeweler, nigga, I spent millions on diamonds I put ice on everybody around me just to see 'em shinin' (yeah, yeah) My spot got great customer service like Chick-fil-A (yeah) Might take her to the hood, but I can't take her on a date (yeah) Sleepwalkin' on that codeine, but I'm wide awake (yeah) These niggas ain't fuckin' with me and I put that on Otto May (yeah, yeah) Ain't nobody give me shit, nigga, yah mean? I had to get out here and straighten this shit up, nigga Get this shit the hard way, yah mean? I had to figure this shit out, nigga, yah mean? Just me and my real niggas, yah mean? Nigga, you ain't eat off the floor with us Nigga, you ain't eat out the garbage, nigga, yah mean? You wasn't there, nigga, you wasn't there with us, nigga We had to get it how we lived, nigga, I put this shit on Otto May Nah, I ain't finished, nigga (yeah, yeah) My office is a trap house in south Memphis, nigga (yeah, yeah) Ridin' with a fully through the city, nigga (yeah, yeah) I been sellin' bags by the fifty, nigga (yeah, yeah) Pinky ring, it cost me seven-fifty, nigga (yeah, yeah) Pour a eight and drink it, I don't sip it, nigga (yeah, yeah) Kickin' shit and smokin' off a Benton, nigga (ayy, bruh) You a grown man, stop all of that bitchin', nigga (damn) I go so hard, make 'em hate me (damn) My whole life a movie, HD (clear) Blue retro, blue AP (yeah) Too much ice, don't need AC (nah) Had to put her out, the bitch tried to rape me I wear water, I don't drink it, I drink lean (Route) I pour lean and grapefruit juice and rock blue diamonds Nah, these niggas ain't me Sixties on a double-R, look up at the stars (in the clouds) Smokin' Skittles and thankin' God, remember I used to starve (for real though) Dope boy with dope boy dreams, never thought I'd make it this far (for real though) Fourteen, I jumped out there, started swimmin' with the sharks Gang bang, play some ball, go get a plug of raw (raw) I got the type of ice that it go crazy in the dark (dark) You put your trust in a bitch, I put my trust in the mob (mob) I got all type of shit parked in the garage (hey, hey) It's Dolph If I sacrificed myself, will I go to hell? (Huh?) In my trap house countin' guala, talkin' to my scale
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