Ty Dolla Sign (Ty Dolla $ign) - 911 lyrics

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Ty Dolla Sign (Ty Dolla $ign) - 911 lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign] $ign, Dolla $ign It's The Kid Rich [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] Got a light skinned b**h, she drive a ‘Cede Benz Say she ain't trippin' bout the other, just don't f** her friends I'm smokin' dope, I'm smokin' dope inside this 911 I'm gettin' head, I'm gettin' head in this 911 Got a light skinned b**h, she drive a ‘Cede Benz Say she ain't trippin' bout the other, just don't f** her friends I'm smokin' dope, I'm smokin' dope inside this 911 I'm gettin' head, I'm gettin' head in this 911 [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] Oh we don't f** with popo, we don't talk to 911 I need the whole O but used to only cop a seven We eating [?] I used to go to Taco Bell We out at Manchester, [bad bih taco mell I'm blowin' Louie 13, got pot for sale I'm at the plug with the crip at Ft. Lauterdale I'm met a spanish b**h that live on a Sunday I bagged a bad model b**h off the runway [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Me and the plug at the border Rollie got water like Florida Your b**h, she ride like the M.A.R.T.A Breaking my wrist, I'm whippin' harder Ain't playing bout mine Money up, gotta grind Juug and finesse all the time I'm in the trap with Ty Dolla $ign Made a mill on a midget Fake n***as can't kick it Y'all talking, I live it All the money, I gotta get it 100 bands for a show Walking with a bankroll Pull up in the coupe with two hoes I'm in a pot and I'm whippin' slow [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] Got a light skinned b**h, she drive a ‘Cede Benz Say she ain't trippin' bout the other, just don't f** her friends I'm smokin' dope, I'm smokin' dope inside this 911 I'm gettin' head, I'm gettin' head in this 911 Got a light skinned b**h, she drive a ‘Cede Benz Say she ain't trippin' bout the other, just don't f** her friends I'm smokin' dope, I'm smokin' dope inside this 911 I'm gettin' lit, I'm gettin' lit in this 911 [Verse 3: Rich The Kid] Walking around with the bankroll I started trapping that elbow Came up from the corner New 'Rari, not the charger I put that b**h on the molly She s**in' me up at the back of Follies f** 911, free Bobby, Rowdy We started dabbin' they copy I done ran to the plug Had to get out the mud I'mma murk him with a glove Sippin' Act while in the club Got a lotta hoes like I'm Pimp Big dawg, you a shrimp Lotta racks, got a limp Dunking the pot like Shawn Kemp [Verse 4: Ty Dolla $ign] I fell asleep on the lean I got back up on the Molly I'm at a thick b**h at Follies I'm making daily deposits The Orange Tesla OG Kush and liquor f**ing on a stripper with some pierced nipples Got tired of business When we in the bity All my n***as solid All you n***as mickey b**h I think I'm Pac b**h I think I'm Biggie Yeah, young and rich And around my city [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] Got a light skinned b**h, she drive a ‘Cede Benz Say she ain't trippin' bout the other, just don't f** her friends I'm smokin' dope, I'm smokin' dope inside this 911 I'm gettin' head, I'm gettin' head in this 911 Got a light skinned b**h, she drive a ‘Cede Benz Say she ain't trippin' bout the other, just don't f** her friends I'm smokin' dope, I'm smokin' dope inside this 911 I'm gettin' lit, I'm gettin' lit in this 911