streetd

VERSE: My car don't got a top It's money when I talk Got a beam on my Glock And I'm drinking rock Lil momma so fine I went up in that pussy raw Then I fucked her friend She said, you a Dolph? They want me dead so now I'm flexing even harder! I pull up in that Ferraro rocking a lot of water Fucked her on the side It's a homicide Numbers don't lie My trap on fire Everytime you see my I be lit as fuck In the strip club throwing that shit up I feel like shawty low I'm the man Two-stepping counting paper that's my money dance CHORUS: Yeah my bitch she bad All my niggas rich I got work for cheap Damn I feel like Meech Two-toned wraith On some big feet I fucked her to sleep Then jumped back in the streets Momma put me out I'm straight out the trap Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map I'm geeked up on the lean Counting while you sleep Everybody eat Damn I feel like meech