Case Closed lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph]
(Chino)
Okay
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh)
Ayy, it's kinda cold up in here, throw me that jacket
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Dolph & Key Glock]
Went from sleeping on the floor
Now my jewelry box froze
f*ck a bowl, f*ck a store
Counted millions in the cold
Bad b*tch, booty swoll'
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed
Bust it down with the bros
Put that up, go get some more
Selling bags out the backdoor
Shh, keep that on the low
Bad b*tch, booty swoll'
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed (Woah, woah)
[Verse 1: Key Glock]
King sh*t, I rock gold
Who is this? Come get your ho
Up off my di*k, this b*tch annoying
It's M.O.B., I need my coins
.223 inside the foreign
Fold a n*gga like some laundry
Money coming, money going
I get it in, Monday to Monday
With the carbine, I'm a drummer
Spin the block and have you running
Yup, I'm the number one stunner
Got good credit, use cash money, though
Ayy, shoutout to God, even though I had slept on the floor
My racks very large, sick of n*ggas, I got antidote
Yeah, you don't want any, though
It's Glizock, I got plenty smoke
I smashed her on the first night
She like, "Boy, you unforgettable"
I told her, "No relations, I'm a player, I'm a gigolo"
I'm sipping on some Barney and I'm rollin' up some Piccolo
Lil Wook bettin' ten and fo' and I bet I can hit your ho
I just bought a Richard Mille, I could've went and bought a Ghost
Yeah, I just spent a lot of money, 'bout to make a lot of more
Yeah, I just woke up in a mansion, n*gga, you know that I went
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Went from sleeping on the floor
Now my jewelry box froze
f*ck a bowl, f*ck a store (f*ck 'em)
Counted millions in the cold (Yeah)
Bad b*tch, booty swoll' (Fat)
Got her on bankroll (Racks)
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed
Bust it down with the bros
Put that up, go get some more
Selling bags out the backdoor
Shh, keep that on the low (Be quiet)
Bad b*tch, booty swoll'
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
She took her trip just to go see Doctor Miami (Woah)
He ran his racks up and took him a trip out to Cali (Uh)
I seen that new coupe, said instantly, "I gotta have it" (Give me that)
I asked, "Who that pus*y belong to?", she said, "f*ck him", I can have it (Yup)
b*tch been talkin' for twenty minutes, talkin' 'bout she the baddest (Okay)
b*tch, I just got this new load and I need somewhere to stash it (For real, though)
Talking all that boss b*tch sh*t, ho, you just need a real n*gga to smash it (Hold up, huh)
I just turned a bad b*tch to a ratchet (Woo)
I put VS stones in my glasses (Buffies)
Stuffed a quarter mill' in twenties in the mattress (Trap)
It used to be who get the bomb off the fastest (Trap)
Now a n*gga make millions off ad-libs (Yeah, yeah)
My n*ggas and 'em, they pop thirties like Advils (Yeah, yeah)
Shoutout to my n*gga, show he's mad real (Queens)
Might drop a country album and buy a mansion in Nashville (Uh, huh)
Yeah, you heard me, stupid-ass n*gga, Nashville
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Went from sleeping on the floor
Now my jewelry box froze
f*ck a bowl, f*ck a store
Counted millions in the cold
Bad b*tch, booty swoll'
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed
Bust it down with the bros
Put that up, go get some more
Selling bags out the backdoor
Shh, keep that on the low
Bad b*tch, booty swoll'
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed