[Intro: Young Dolph]
Uh-huh
Dolph

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, n***a (Yeah)
All I ever want to do is be a rich n***a
Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, n***a
But all I ever want to do is be a rich n***a

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Now I did everything they said I couldn't do (Uh-huh)
If you had no other choice n***a wouldn't you?
What y'all know about trappin' with them hundred-round drummers, boy?
Countin' bread and killin' instrumentals made by Drumma Boy (Paper Route Empire)
I'm doin' too much they get scared
Went and got that coupé and then went got that iced out big head
But all I ever want to be was a rich n***a
I was raised not to hate but I swear I hate snitch n***as (I hate 'em)
Oops, I'm sorry, the type of n***a to fall in there fresh as fuck and smoke out the party
I count my first hundred bands and said "Hallelujah"
I can't do nothin' but win, 'cause I'm a sore loser

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, n***a (Yeah)
All I ever want to do is be a rich n***a
Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, n***a
But all I ever want to do is be a rich n***a
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Ayy, all I ever want to do is be a rich n***a (Yeah)
I don't speak too much, I just hold up my wrist, n***a (Dope boy)
The hoe be like "Dolph you think you slick, n***a" (Ha)
Too many faces out here, I do it for my real n***as
Now I ain't ever had shit, so now that I got it now, can't nobody tell me shit
Everything I got, my n***a, I got it on my own
And every time you see me I'm fly as fuck and hella stoned (Sorry)
Pardon me do you have a lighter?
Smoke a n***a, rich n***a shit, on my young rich n***a shit
Thats how we young rich n***as spit
Memphis Ten, Dolphworld, that's my shit

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, n***a (Yeah)
All I ever want to do is be a rich n***a
Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, n***a
But all I ever want to do is be a rich n***a

[Verse 3: Tim Gates]
Told my family we gonna live like the Jacksons
Just be patient, and let me put it into action (Let me do it)
N***as getting wrong, ain't no more relaxing (Now that ain't it)
Now I fuck with some [?] hoes in high fashion
Big money family, that's my only passion
And the lawyer promise you, you gonna get your fraction
All you hear is numbers, you think you in math class
Complete everything I never been a half-ass
You know what it do, tryna live with the crew
Every night screwin', wake up to an ocean view (Right)
Yeah, we make it happen never heard a no-excuse
And fuck with this Memphis n***a guaranteed to get the blues
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Floyd Mayweather, I make hits, n***a (Yeah)
All I ever want to do is be a rich n***a (Paper Route)
Ask your bitch, yeah, I'm the shit, n***a
But all I ever want to do is be a rich n***a