Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Young Dolph - Everything 4 Sale lyrics

Yeah, DJ Champ in this motherfucker
Know what I'm sayin', my diamonds hittin'
Nigga diamonds hittin' like they DJ Champ
Hoodrich, nigga money, plugs, and guns

I got my mind on my money
Got money on my mind yeah, 24
7 in the trap, I'm on my grind
What you want? What you need? yeah
I'm sellin' if you buyin'
We got it, yeah, we got all different kinds
Everything for sale, my eyeball like a scale
We'll serve you anything you want
You better not tell
We got wholesale, bust it down and retail
Trappin' out the back door, nigga
Don't ring that doorbell

Serving the work out the cabinet
I fell in love with the Addies
I was always good at mathematics
I bust it down, scale it, and bag it
Give you extras, you can have it
I'm in Dallas like a Maverick
Thirty clip got me saggin'
Traphouse like a cabin
I get the work, I'm the fastest
Eyeball the work, got a scale on my glasses
Come to the trap, we got hired assassins
Whole lot of green, got it hired and grass
Graduated trap, highest in class
Nobody can count it, just hide the cash
Run up a sack, thigh pad
Turn into a snitch, he goin' out bad
Yeah, a street nigga made a
Treasure out of trash
I was broke, I got fixed, no cast
Ran off on the plug, no mask
Walk around with a dub in my bag
Yeah, I pulled up in a brand new Jag
Ooh, shawty got too much swag
Hatin' ass nigga, I can see why you mad
Can't stand these niggas, I'm in my bag

I got my mind on my money
Got money on my mind yeah, 24
7 in the trap, I'm on my grind
What you want? What you need? yeah
I'm sellin' if you buyin'
We got it, yeah, we got all different kinds
Everything for sale, my eyeball like a scale
We'll serve you anything you want
You better not tell
We got wholesale, bust it down and retail
Trappin' out the back door, nigga
Don't ring that doorbell

Stashed a quarter million in the pillow
I ain't lyin' (Guala)
Then fell asleep on it, now I
Got money on my mind, ayy
Retro number 9's, took your bitch
Made her mines
Cashed the plug out for a hundo
Gave him a high five
Rollin' up Biscotti, flyin' in a Ferrari
Sellin' OG out my traphouse
But I'm smokin' Smarties (Trap)
Twenty bitches in New York and
All of 'em exotic
Shittin' on you niggas on purpose
I can't say I'm sorry (It's Dolph)
Jumped up out the Benz, left it running
(Skrrt) look in the mirror
My reflection a bag of money (Hey)
Copped the bags in Cali
Then I sent 'em to the country (Trap)
Front 'em to my nigga while
I go shopping in London, hey hey

I got my mind on my money
Got money on my mind yeah, 24
7 in the trap, I'm on my grind
What you want? What you need? yeah
I'm sellin' if you buyin'
We got it, yeah, we got all different kinds
Everything for sale, my eyeball like a scale
We'll serve you anything you want
You better not tell
We got wholesale, bust it down and retail
Trappin' out the back door, nigga
Don't ring that doorbell