Mr. Bigg - Dolly Patty

If it ain't making money then it ain't Making sense
Got an AP on my wrist and a rollie on The left
Bad bitch with me call her dolly patty
I ain't here to party pulling up is nasty
With them big foreigns talking bout Rari's
Late night racing only with my real G's
No fugazy everything sparkling
Damn all the hustle that I did I did it For the fam
Know I had to make it out I had to Make a plan
Phoney niggas on the gram talking Bout my man
Oh shit that ain't real the same niggas I Grew up with
The same niggas I'm with on the road To the paper
Making money fuck your bitch, taking Pills
But I quit smoking weed, yes indeed, (Yeah)
I'm a thug, and I got it out the mud
With my squad, no complaint
Got a dub, I don't fuck with all this Club
Damn, bitch I'm too straight
When I talk real talk, only real relate
Ama ball, bitch I ball like the NBA
Cartier on my face, make me see the Snake
If you talking bout some money, that's A clean slate
Hit a leak many times before we Jubilate
Dead faces in the case, I don't know Their names
I want the money, not the fame, I just love the game
If it ain't making money then it ain't Making sense
Got an AP on my wrist, and a rollie on the left
Bad bitch with me, call her dolly patty
I ain't here to party, pulling up is nasty
With them big foreigns, talking bout Rari's
Late night racing, only with my real G's
No fugazy, everything sparkling
Damn, all the hustle that I did, I did it for the
It's only foreign when we roll out the Lot
Midnight, time to play, real niggas Come out
Made a treasure out of trash, now These niggas mad
No debt on my name, this shit's only Facts
Where's your flag, if you went and Done a mass attack
These niggas mad, they ain't getting Any fucking bag
Back to back, G Foreigns, cost a Couple bands
Break the bank, me and my niggas, Now we living large
They kill bill, and flee, school fees and Murphy Lee
Watched that kit when I was kid, Family, all we need
Don't kill your kin for money, it's a War
We gotta fight to survive, you gotta Strive
Be alive, keep going, see the light, no Denying
Ain't gonna lie, all this money make Me smile
Goyard bag, I'm looking fly
Bad bitch with me, wanna ride me like A bike
Told her, up inside the G's, so we take Another ride
If it ain't making money, then it ain't Making sense
Got an AP on my wrist, and a Rollie On the left
Bad bitch with me, call her Dolly patty
I ain't here to party, pulling up is nasty
With them big foreigns, talking bout Rari's
Late night racing, only with my real G's
No fugazy, everything sparkling
Damn, all the hustle that I did, I did it For you
If it ain't making money, then it ain't Making sense
Got an AP on my wrist, and a Rollie On the left
Bad bitch with me, call her Dolly patty
I ain't here to party

Written by:
Precious Igbudu

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