[Verse 1] 800 dolla sweatsuit And some mothafucking Timb boots I don't fuck with basic hoes they too simple Work a basic bitch like a pimp do Nah she ain't selling ass, she driving with the gas Rolled a superman blunt, half cookie half hash Your bitch wanna ride with me because my car go really fast Left her now she feeling sad I'm too busy getting cash She said where the love at I said I don't love back Told her I keep my love the same place I keep my slugs at Fuck all that, pick up my phone where my nigga cuz at Keep a baby bottle like Tommy from the Rugrats Now I ain't got no job like Tommy off of Martin All we do is smoke weed, fuck, shop and party Ghetto ass bitch but she swear she a barbie 4 am she lurking in my hotel lobby Am I bout to bend her over, shit probably She told me that she got the sloppy I cooked that bitch like Hibachi Go to magic city just to eat steak and broccoli They hating but can't stop me My side bitch wear Cavalli My Mexican girl I call her hot tamale Fifty p's of strong, in the empty apartment Got married to the streets and Fizzle was the best man Went and found the plug and turned him into my best friend I told the plug we till death to us part Started running plays like Patrick Ewing and John Starks
[Outro] Uh huh Its Dolph Who me Yeah I'm the plug best friend That's me Hahahaa Real nigga shit mane These niggas don't see me with this shit mane hahaha Ayyy