Young Dre - DTF lyrics

rate me

Ft. Freez

Yeah, yeah, aha, row, come on

Yeah, andre we got them man, let’s do this

Ah, ah, ah

I said cool life went to speak, I’m fresh like Christmas eve

I graduated like a boss, then went on I’m gonna do me

I top it off, I’m on my feet, greatness I’m gonna seek

Cause the money is the target, and the target I’m gonna meet

I see my name up on the Forbes, pimping on these hoes

I’m locking all these doors, bitch I’m ready for the war

iPhone stunting, catch me on that I chat

We gonna make a movie going in yeah the I-Max

Your girl got miles, yeah the miles call that old facts

Your girl steady tripping you should send her back to old max

Now bring that hoe back, tell Shawty hold that

Stack so big, got a struggle just to fold that

Got a bag of weed, purple in my cup, and 2 bad bitches

And he down to fuck

My nigga what? And he down to fuck

My nigga what? And he down to fuck

Ready set go, damn it’s time for lift off,

If the convo ain’t bout money then it make my dick soft

You can hop off or hop on, not many girls will hop on

From textin on this iPhone, they just call it…

Dirty suck nigga you don’t need a …

I got connections, like I don’t need a phone

I got rims nigga I don’t need that chrome

My shit straight nigga I don’t need a comb

I’m cold but I have that heater on

But then tell your girl to leave me alone

Before she end up being my girl

Hitting all them high tones like an opera

Damn you need to stop her bra

I wish a nigga would so I could chop, chop, chop … them

Get your girl wet, go mop, mop, mop it up

Let me check my Rollie so I can clock, clock, clock it up

Got a bag of weed, purple in my cup, and 2 bad bitches

And he down to fuck

My nigga what? And he down to fuck

My nigga what? And he down to fuck.