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High Class Street Music 3: Trappin’ out a Mansion. From yours truly, Young Dolph, a.k.a. Dolph Gabbana. A.k.a. Mr. A Plus., a.k.a the illest n***a in this shit, you smell me? Salute to every real n***a and every bad bitch across the motherfucking world. That's who I do this shit for. Light up that motherfucking strong. Pour up that mother fucking mud. Count up the mother fucking Franklins. Know what I'm talking about? It's just the beginning, my n***a. The illest n***as in this shit. From the East Coast to the West Coast, down South back up to the mill West. Salute to every motherfucking body rocking with the kid. Paper Route Empire for life. Know what I'm talking about? You know how I'm rocking and rolling, man. Still counting up that mother fucking money, man. Still shittin' on every motherfucker, man, that get in my motherfucking way, man. South Memphis kingpin on the way. Now or never is on the way. Tim Gates, what's poppin'? Daddy O ,what's poppin'? Uh-huh (High Class Street, High Class Street)