Case Closed

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph] (Chino) Okay (Let the BandPlay) Yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh) Ayy, it's kinda cold up in here, throw me that jacket Yeah [Chorus: Young Dolph & Key Glock] Went from sleeping on the floor Now my jewelry box froze Fuck a bowl, fuck a store Counted millions in the cold Bad bitch, booty swoll' Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed Bust it down with the bros Put that up, go get some more Selling bags out the backdoor Shh, keep that on the low Bad bitch, booty swoll' Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed (Woah, woah) [Verse 1: Key Glock] King shit, I rock gold Who is this? Come get your ho Up off my dick, this bitch annoying It's M.O.B., I need my coins .223 inside the foreign Fold a nigga like some laundry Money coming, money going I get it in, Monday to Monday With the carbine, I'm a drummer Spin the block and have you running Yup, I'm the number one stunner Got good credit, use cash money, though Ayy, shoutout to God, even though I had slept on the floor My racks very large, sick of niggas, I got antidote Yeah, you don't want any, though It's Glizock, I got plenty smoke I smashed her on the first night She like, "Boy, you unforgettable" I told her, "No relations, I'm a player, I'm a gigolo" I'm sipping on some Barney and I'm rollin' up some Piccolo Lil Wook bettin' ten and fo' and I bet I can hit your ho I just bought a Richard Mille, I could've went and bought a Ghost Yeah, I just spent a lot of money, 'bout to make a lot of more Yeah, I just woke up in a mansion, nigga, you know that I went [Chorus: Young Dolph] Went from sleeping on the floor Now my jewelry box froze Fuck a bowl, fuck a store (Fuck 'em) Counted millions in the cold (Yeah) Bad bitch, booty swoll' (Fat) Got her on bankroll (Racks) Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed Bust it down with the bros Put that up, go get some more Selling bags out the backdoor Shh, keep that on the low (Be quiet) Bad bitch, booty swoll' Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed [Verse 2: Young Dolph] She took her trip just to go see Doctor Miami (Woah) He ran his racks up and took him a trip out to Cali (Uh) I seen that new coupe, said instantly, "I gotta have it" (Give me that) I asked, "Who that pussy belong to?", she said, "Fuck him", I can have it (Yup) Bitch been talkin' for twenty minutes, talkin' 'bout she the baddest (Okay) Bitch, I just got this new load and I need somewhere to stash it (For real, though) Talking all that boss bitch shit, ho, you just need a real nigga to smash it (Hold up, huh) I just turned a bad bitch to a ratchet (Woo) I put VS stones in my glasses (Buffies) Stuffed a quarter mill' in twenties in the mattress (Trap) It used to be who get the bomb off the fastest (Trap) Now a nigga make millions off ad-libs (Yeah, yeah) My niggas and 'em, they pop thirties like Advils (Yeah, yeah) Shoutout to my nigga, show he's mad real (Queens) Might drop a country album and buy a mansion in Nashville (Uh, huh) Yeah, you heard me, stupid-ass nigga, Nashville [Chorus: Young Dolph] Went from sleeping on the floor Now my jewelry box froze Fuck a bowl, fuck a store Counted millions in the cold Bad bitch, booty swoll' Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed Bust it down with the bros Put that up, go get some more Selling bags out the backdoor Shh, keep that on the low Bad bitch, booty swoll' Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed