Lyrics
Izze the producer
Yeah
Hey man, you seen my phone?
Which one man?
Not that phone the trap phone
Paper route Business shit
Yeah my b***h she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I ****ed her to slee
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 to cross the map
I'm geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech
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 p***y raw
Then I ****ed her friend
She said, you a Dolph?
I heard that they want me dead so now
I'm flexing even harder!
I pull up in that Ferraro rocking a lot of water
**** her on the side
It's a homicide
Numbers don't lie
My trap on fire aye
Everytime you see my I be lit as **** yeah yeah
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
Yeah my b***h she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I ****ed her to slee
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
Damn I feel like meech
I think we BMF
Slamming all these pounds i need a champion******p belt
Pull up, pick up, pull out, drop out, top off
It's Dolph!, cough syrup, no cough
Yeah I come from a place where they don't make it out
Young niggas snorting pills ready to take you out
My b***h bad and juicy
I wear Roberto Cavalli every Tuesday
Medicine, water, sipping, for real
I got your b*****s skinny dipping at the cri
Serving, counting, smoking ounces
I just made a plate for 300k
Yeah my b***h she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I ****ed her to slee
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
Yeah
Hey man, you seen my phone?
Which one man?
Not that phone the trap phone
Paper route Business shit
Yeah my b***h she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I ****ed her to slee
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 to cross the map
I'm geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech
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 p***y raw
Then I ****ed her friend
She said, you a Dolph?
I heard that they want me dead so now
I'm flexing even harder!
I pull up in that Ferraro rocking a lot of water
**** her on the side
It's a homicide
Numbers don't lie
My trap on fire aye
Everytime you see my I be lit as **** yeah yeah
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
Yeah my b***h she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I ****ed her to slee
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
Damn I feel like meech
I think we BMF
Slamming all these pounds i need a champion******p belt
Pull up, pick up, pull out, drop out, top off
It's Dolph!, cough syrup, no cough
Yeah I come from a place where they don't make it out
Young niggas snorting pills ready to take you out
My b***h bad and juicy
I wear Roberto Cavalli every Tuesday
Medicine, water, sipping, for real
I got your b*****s skinny dipping at the cri
Serving, counting, smoking ounces
I just made a plate for 300k
Yeah my b***h she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I ****ed her to slee
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