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Talking To My Scale by Paper Route EMPIRE & Young Dolph Songtext
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Talking To My Scale by Paper Route EMPIRE & Young Dolph Songtext

(We got all the beef) yeah
Yeah, nigga, fuck everybody
Fuck everything, nigga
Get money, nigga
Run that shit up, nigga
Run that shit all the way up, nigga
′Til you can't run it no motherfuckin′ more, nigga
All the way up, nigga (yeah)
Up-up, nigga
To the motherfuckin' ceiling, nigga
Fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, too, fuck 'em all
Yah mean? I mean this shit
For real, for real, nigga, straight up
Ayy (ayy, yeah)


If I sacrificed myself, will I go to Hell? (huh)
In my trap house countin′ guala, talkin′ to my scale (what up)
My jewelry box havin' more water than Wisconsin Dells (water)
Trap nigga, I count money better than I spell (yeah)
Came up from nothing, addicted to hustlin′
Yeah, he my dawg, but nah, I don't trust him
She a bad bitch, but she know we just fuckin′
She told me she love me, I told her "You pluckin'"
(Cut that shit out, lil′ mama) stop it
This bitch deserve a gold medal the way she suck it (shit)
Blue Louis V bucket,(yeah) my chain too big to tuck it (yeah, yeah)
My blunts the size of Biggie, spendin' paper like I'm Puffy (yeah)
She fuck me, then she lucky (I swear)
Yeah, she got that super sloppy, I call that bitch yucky
Bitch, don′t speak to me in public (bitch)
Fast money, fast cars, I live for this shit (bitch)
My young nigga ′nem, man, they gon' kill for this shit (bitch)
Shakin′ my head, Dolph, you just too real for this shit (bitch)
My first investment was a vacuum seal, then I got rich (bitch)
Mimo can get whatever from me 'cause he never switched
Jizzle was right there with me, man, we didn′t have shit (T Jay)
Sleepy Cuz quick to tell me, "Fuck him, he a bitch"(fuck 'em)
Dog ass nigga off the leash, duckin′ the pigs (it's Dolph)
Went and found the plug
Came back and told my nigga, "It's up"(it′s Dolph)
We gon′ ball forever and forever, straight out the mud (hey)
Been through so much shit
So I fill my body up with drugs (can't help it)
20 whips in front of the club, nigga that′s us (uh)
I'm my own stylist, I spent millions on designers
I got my own island, nigga, cast out and you can find me
Got more jewelry than your jeweler
Nigga, I spent millions on diamonds
I put ice on everybody around me just to see ′em shinin' (yeah, yeah)
My spot got great customer service like Chick-fil-A (yeah)
Might take her to the hood, but I can′t take her on a date (yeah)
Sleepwalkin' on that codeine, but I'm wide awake (yeah)
These niggas ain′t fuckin′ with me
And I put that on Otto May (yeah, yeah)

Ain't nobody gave me shit, nigga, yah mean?
I had to get out here and straighten this
Shit up, nigga, get this shit the hard way
Yah mean?
I had to figure this shit out, nigga, yah mean?
Just me and my real niggas, yah mean?
Nigga, you ain′t eat off the floor with us
Nigga, you ain't eat out the garbage, lil′ nigga, yah mean?
You wasn't there, nigga, you wasn′t there with us, nigga
We had to get it how we lived, nigga, I put this shit on Otto May


Nah, I ain't finished, nigga (yeah, yeah)
My office is a trap house in South Memphis, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Ridin' with a fully through the city, nigga (yeah, yeah)
I been sellin′ bags by the 50, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Pinky ring, it cost me 750, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Pour a eight and drink it, I don′t sip it, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Kickin' shit and smokin′ off a Benton, nigga (ayy bruh)
You a grown man, stop all of that bitchin' nigga (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 bitch 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 niggas 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)
14, 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 bitch, I put my trust in the mob (mob)
I got all type of shit parked in the garage (hey, hey)

It's Dolph
Yeah
If I sacrificed myself, will I go to Hell?
In my trap house countin′ guala, talkin' to my scale
Yeah

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