[Hook: Future + Young Dolph]
Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up
Bitch better know who I am
Told my lean man, po' up
Already worked out a deal
Ain't tryna go no lower
Lil' homie need to calm down, chill
Good thing I had my blower
I'm always chasin' these mills
'Cause I used to sleep on the floor
I know you see me in all this gear (Hey)
Still I wanna have more (Hey, hey, hey)
Been fuckin this hoe for years (It's Dolph)
She ain't tell me this pussy was yours (Uh-huh)
She ain't tell me this pussy was yours (Hah)

[Verse: Young Dolph]
Went from sleeping on the floor
To a stash house with marble floors (Yeah)
Been fucking your bitch for years (What?)
N***a that pussy ain't yours
Spend a hundred' stacks when I'm bored (Wow)
I'm the shit and you know it
I buy a pint just to pour it
Your bitch call and I ignore it (Hah!)
Look who just crashed the party (It's Dolph)
I pull up in that new Ferrari (Skrr)
The diamonds on my neck retarded (Woo!)
They hatin' but I'm rich regardless (Fuck 'em)
My lil' n***as still robbin' (Hah)
When it comes to it, bitch I'm heartless (Yah)
Do I give a fuck? Hardly (Yeah man, heh)
Aye, counting money with my blower (Fuck)
Dropping off pounds in a Rover (Dope boy)
I fucked that bitch over and over
Until I told that bitch that it's over (Aye!)
I'm on the way to jewelry store
To get some more ice for the refrigerator (Yeah)
Late night counting money, yeah n***a
That's a million-dollar situation
[Hook: Future + Young Dolph]
Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up (Roll up)
Bitch better know who I am (Yeah)
Told my lean man, po' up (Po' up)
Already worked out a deal
Ain't tryna go no lower (Yeah)
Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (For real)
Good thing I had my blower