Talking to My Scale lyrics

[Intro]
(We got all the beef) Yeah
Yeah, n*gga, f*ck everybody, f*ck everything, n*gga
Get money, n*gga
Run that sh*t up, n*gga
Run that sh*t all the way up, n*gga, 'til you can't run it no motherf*ckin' more, n*gga
All the way up, n*gga (Yeah)
Up-up, n*gga, to the motherf*ckin' ceiling, n*gga, f*ck n*ggas' b*tches
f*ck these n*ggas, too, f*ck 'em all
Yah mean? I mean this sh*t, for real, for real, n*gga, straight up
Ayy (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 1]
If I sacrificed myself, will I go to hell?
In my trap house countin' guala, talkin' to my scale
My jewelry box havin' more water than Wisconsin Dells
Trap n*gga, I count money better than I spell
Came up from nothing, addicted to hustlin'
Yeah, he my dawg, but nah, I don't trust him
She a bad b*tch, but she know we just f*ckin'
She told me she love me, I told her, "You pluckin'"
(Cut that sh*t out, lil' mama) Stop it
This b*tch deserve a gold medal the way she suck it
Blue Louis V bucket, my chain too big to tuck it
My blunts the size of Biggie, spendin' paper like I'm Puffy
She f*ck me, then she lucky
Yeah, she got that super sloppy, I call that b*tch yucky
b*tch, don't speak to me in public
Fast money, fast cars, I live for this sh*t
My young n*gga 'nem, man, they gon' kill for this sh*t
Shakin' my head, Dolph, you just too real for this sh*t
My first investment was a vacuum seal, then I got rich
Mimo can get whatever from me 'cause he never switched
Jizzle was right there with me, man, we didn't have sh*t
Sleepy Cuz quick to tell me, "f*ck him, he a b*tch"
Dog ass n*gga off the leash, duckin' the pigs
Went and found the plug, came back and told my n*gga, "It's up"
We gon' ball forever and forever, straight out the mud
Been through so much sh*t, so I fill my body up with drugs
Twenty whips in front of the club, n*gga, that's us
I'm my own stylist, I spent millions on designers
I got my own island, n*gga, cast out and you can find me
Got more jewelry than your jeweler, n*gga, I spent millions on diamonds
I put ice on everybody around me just to see 'em shinin'
My spot got great customer service like Chick-fil-A
Might take her to the hood, but I can't take her on a date
Sleepwalkin' on that codeine, but I'm wide awake
These n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me and I put that on Ida Mae
[Interlude]
Ain't nobody gave me sh*t, n*gga, yah mean?
I had to get out here and straighten this sh*t up, n*gga, get this sh*t the hard way
Yah mean?
I had to figure this sh*t out, n*gga, yah mean?
Just me and my real n*ggas, yah mean?
n*gga, you ain't eat off the floor with us
n*gga, you ain't eat out the garbage, lil' n*gga, yah mean?
You wasn't there, n*gga, you wasn't there with us, n*gga
We had to get it how we lived, n*gga, I put this sh*t on Ida Mae

[Verse 2]
Nah, I ain't finished, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
My office is a trap house in South Memphis, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
Ridin' with a fully through the city, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
I been sellin' bags by the fifty, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
Pinky ring, it cost me seven-fifty, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
Pour a eight and drink it, I don't sip it, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
Kickin' sh*t and smokin' off a Benton, n*gga (Ayy bruh)
You a grown man, stop all of that b*tchin', n*gga (Damn)
I go so hard, make 'em hate me (Damn)
My whole life a movie, HD (Clear)
Blue retro, blue AP (Yeah)
Too much ice, don't need AC (Nah)
Had to put out, the b*tch tried to rape me
I wear water, I don't drink it, I drink lean (Route)
I pour lean and grapefruit juice and rock blue diamonds, nah, these n*ggas ain't me
Sixties on the Double-R, look up at the stars (In the cloud)
Smokin' Skittles and thankin' God, remember I used to starve (For real though)
Dope boy with dope boy dreams, never thought I'd make it this far (For real though)
Fourteen, I jumped out there, started swimming with the sharks
Gangbang, play some ball, go get a plug of raw (Raw)
I got the type of ice that it go crazy in the dark (Dark)
You put your trust in a b*tch, I put my trust in the mob (Mob)
I got all type of sh*t parked in the garage
(Hey, hey)
[Outro]
It's Dolph
Yeah
If I sacrificed myself, will I go to hell?
In my trap house countin' guala, talkin' to my scale
Yeah