| Uh-huh
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| Dolph
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| Floyd Mayweather, I make hits nigga (Yeah)
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| All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga
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| Ask your bitch, yeah I’m the shit nigga
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| But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga
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| Now I did everything they said I couldn’t do (Uh-huh)
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| If you had no other choice nigga wouldn’t you?
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| What’cha know about trapping with them hundred-round drummers, boy?
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| Counting bread and killing instrumentals made by Drumma Boy (Paper Route Empire)
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| I’m doing too much they get scared
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| Went and got that coupe and then went got that iced out big head
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| But all I ever want to be was a rich nigga
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| I was raised not to hate but I swear I hate snitch niggas (I hate 'em)
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| Oops, I’m sorry, I’m the type of nigga to fall in there fresh as fuck and smoke
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| out the party
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| I count my first hundred bands and said «Hallelujah!»
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| I can’t do nothing but win, 'cause I’m a sore loser
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| Floyd Mayweather, I make hits nigga (Yeah)
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| All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga
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| Ask your bitch, yeah I’m the shit nigga
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| But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga
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| Ayy, all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga (Yeah)
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| I don’t speak too much I just hold up my wrist nigga (Dope boy)
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| Them hoes be like «Dolph you think you slick, nigga» (Ha)
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| Too many faces out here I do it for my real niggas
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| Now I ain’t ever had shit
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| So now that I got it now, can’t nobody tell me shit
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| Everything I got, my nigga, I got it on my own
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| And every time you see me I flash, fuck I’m hella stoned (Sorry)
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| Pardon me do you have a lighter?
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| Smoke a nigga rich nigga shit
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| On my young rich nigga shit
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| Then have a young rich nigga spit
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| Memphis team, dawg, word, that’s my shit
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| Floyd Mayweather, I make hits nigga (Yeah)
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| All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga
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| Ask your bitch, yeah I’m the shit nigga
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| But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga
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| Yeah, told my family we gonna live like the Jacksons
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| Just be patient, and let me put it into action (Do it)
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| Niggas getting wrong, ain’t no more relaxing (Now that ain’t’t)
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| Now I fuck with some hoes in high fashion
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| Big money family that’s my only passion
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| And the lawyer promise you, you gonna get your fraction
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| All you hear is numbers, you think you in math class
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| Complete everything I never been a half-ass
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| You know what it do, tryna live with the crew
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| Every night screwing, wake up to an ocean view (Right)
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| Yeah we make it happen never heard a no-excuse
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| And fuck with this Memphis nigga guaranteed to get the blues
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| Floyd Mayweather, I make hits nigga (Yeah)
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| All I ever want to do is be a rich nigga (Paper Route)
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| Ask your bitch, yeah I’m the shit nigga
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| But all I ever want to do is be a rich nigga |