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go get sum mo - young dolph lyrics

[chorus: young dolph & ty dolla $ign]
this water on me got my neck froze
coupe with the suicide doors
and i love all of my hoes
yeah, i love all of my hoes, ayy
she cookin’ breakfast with no clothes
i’m some’ like a pimp, that’s for sure
i spend it and go get some more
yeah, i spend it and go get some more
b-tch better have my money, b-tch better have my money
b-tch better have my money
in somethin’ foreign going 200, i might go shopping in london
i spend it and go get some more
yeah, i spend it and go get some more

[verse 1: young dolph]
spent some more money, beat another case
riding down eleven like scarface
sixty thousand dollar tuxedo
these b-tches just love a n-gg-‘s lingo
little bitty n-gg- with a real big ego
three bank accounts with a whole lot of zeros
lil n-gg- i’m michael, you t-to
i dress like i been selling kilos
i put my side b-tch in a benz
just so she can flex on her friends
i used to sell dope out my mama’s house
then had all the money at grandma’s house
i go on rodeo, f-ck up a check
smokin’ blunts and eating percocets
still with them n-gg-s i came up with
i can never ever trust a b-tch
addition and multiplication
we runnin’ this money up daily
smashing instagram sensations
for bullsh-t i got no patience
i jump out, i jump out, i jump out
the back of the phantom rockin’ all this ice
i want it, i want it, i want it
i get it, i don’t give a f-ck what the price

[chorus: ty dolla $ign & young dolph]
water on my neck got me froze
coupe got the suicide doors, yeah
ain’t savin’ these hoes, yeah
no i ain’t savin’ these hoes
she cookin’ breakfast with no clothes, yeah
i’m somethin’ like a pimp, that’s for sure, yeah
spend it and go get some more, yeah
spend it and go get some more
b-tch better have my money, b-tch better have my money
b-tch better have my money
in somethin’ foreign going 200, i might go shopping in london
i spend it and go get some more
yeah, i spend it and go get some more

[verse 2: gucci mane]
this rap sh-t too easy, my left wrist too freezy
she b-tt naked in the kitchen cookin’ breakfast, eggs over easy
i’m the king but i don’t play for cleveland
i’m feeling just like the weed man
when he got the hundred keys in
so strong, can’t breathe in
b-tch better have my guala
looking like i sell narcota
ballin’ like i hit the lotto
and the devil still wears prada, it’s gucci
money over hoes my motto
how you bad but you don’t swallow
if i front you my product
then you better have my dollars, gucci
scratch front like i’m pimp c
big hustle like nipsey
blue benz, my crip b
12 sitting on forgis
and your wife she choosing
better get a divorce then
i want to buy charges not forcement
she wish she had an abortion

[verse 3: 2 chainz]
thank god for my mama not using a condom
wear dolce gabannas like they are pajamas
it’s deuce gadanas, i hang with the hunters
and runners and k!llers and dealers, one hundred
every year i buy a new vehicle
throw the girl out like a flea flicker
i don’t even dodge them cheap liquors
i got so high i tried to eat people
jewelry on drippin’ like a sea creature
money so tall i don’t see people
weed so loud, can’t keep secret
y’all been plottin’, i been peepin’
y’all been talkin’, i been thinkin’
i been growin’, y’all been shrinkin’
big diamond on my lil pinky
too much sauce, i done started leaking
i got more bars than precincts
i got more cars than reese’s, uh uh
i got more heart than n-gg-s
put that on god my n-gg-, uh uh
ain’t tryna starve my n-gg-
they tryna scar a n-gg-
i told ’em nah my n-gg-
i’m the godfather n-gg-
make me brett favre a n-gg-

- young dolph lyrics

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