In Charlotte [explicit] Lyrics - Young Dolph

What watch should I put on though? 

Aye what car should I drive today? 

Aye somebody roll up a blunt 

Big money shit 

If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you 

Million dollars cash, all twenties in the closet 

Bought a short bus because my ice game retarded 

Self-made millionaire, now I'm labelled a target 

Fucked that bitch and put her out 'cause her pussy was garbage 

Yeah them bitches bad so I pass 'em to my lil niggas 

They wanna act up so I pass them boys to the hitters 

Don't ask me why they mad, I don't know, I'm getting too much scrilla 

My bank account got big and my head got even bigger 

White Audemar, gold bracelet, big rocks 

A whole month straight ain't been bumpin' shit but Pac 

Coogi sweater on, R.I.P. B-I-G (Biggie!) 

I just left LA on the way to NYC 

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Call me water boy 'cause I'm dripping all this water 

Met her down in Florida but I fucked that bitch in Charlotte 

Born a dope boy, never wanted to go to college 

Bad Puerto Rican, New York bitch, met her in Starlets 

I shut down the party, I shut down the party 

Went and parked the 'Rari then I go jump on the Harley 

Pull up, go and throw a dub at Cameo in Charlotte 

I shut down the party, I shut down the party 

Goddamn man 

Who the fuck is this? hello? 

Hello, hello, hold up 

Are y'all straight bruh? 

Yeah, wassup bruh? 

Aye y'all straight, you straight? 

Man what the fuck happened man, we heard about this shit, what the fuck happened up there man? what y'all got going on? huh? 

That nigga shot all the motherfuckin' bullets, ain't hit shit 

Stupid ass nigga 

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Just cause my money keep running like Forrest Gump 

I got niggas hate me like I'm Donald Trump 

Where I'm from you don't make it to see 21 

That's why all these young niggas ridin' 'round with their gun 

Front page newspaper, number one topic 

Niggas mad at Dolph Obama just 'cause I'm the hottest 

Can't nobody stop me, man my neck so rocky 

Said she seen Flippa dancing and that's how she spot me 

Two things that I just can't respect 

A fuck nigga and a lying ass bitch 

That lil' nigga keep on running up that check 

I gave my dogs the recipe to get rich 

They started shooting, we didn't even break a sweat 

April Fools, the trick's on you bitch 

You playing checkers lil' boy, I'm playing chess 

I just scored again boy, all nets 

Paper Route, we got now and next 

That's a motherfucking mansion 'round my neck 

I'm in a Chevelle, but the motor it came out a Vette 

I might sign with DJ Khaled, because we the best, hah 

Call me water boy 'cause I'm dripping all this water 

Met her down in Florida but I fucked that bitch in Charlotte 

Born a dope boy, never wanted to go to college 

Bad Puerto Rican, New York bitch, met her in Starlets 

I shut down the party, I shut down the party 

Went and parked the 'Rari then I go jump on the Harley 

Pull up, go and throw a dub at Cameo in Charlotte 

I shut down the party, I shut down the party