Young Dolph – Large Amounts Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Large Amounts – Young Dolph

I don’t mean no harm
But I been showin’ my ass lately
Large amounts daily
I been goin’ crazy
I been dancin’ with the devil
God, can you save me
Every dope boy dream to ride
In a brand new Mercedes

Bad b**ch say I’m her favorite
Drippin’ in the latest
B**ch say I’m contagious
I don’t believe none these n**gas
Don’t see none these n**gas
These n**gas be cap
I got a confession to make
I sold my soul to the trap

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Sold my soul to the trap
Got my money and took it back
I show all my n**gas love
If I don’t know you then you get taxed
If I didn’t grow up with you
Then I can’t serve you, you might be a rat
Came through the door with them racks
We got the straps in through the back
Came in the door with this s**t

Long money, lil’ n**ga
I’m thinkin’ ’bout ownership
Sold lotta bricks in your raps
But you was broke and s**t
Yeah, I just spent twenty five-thousand
Just on the coat and s**t
Ayy, blind to the bulls**t, call me Ray
My location is the bank, that’s where I stay
Hardest worker in show business, call me James
Set my old-school on some Forgis
And blew out their brains

I don’t mean no harm
But I been showin’ my ass lately
Large amounts daily
I been goin’ crazy
I been dancin’ with the devil
God, can you save me
Every dope boy dream to ride
In a brand new Mercedes

Bad b**ch say I’m her favorite
Drippin’ in the latest
B**ch say I’m contagious
I don’t believe none these n**gas
Don’t see none these n**gas
These n**gas be cap
I got a confession to make
I sold my soul to the trap

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Yeah, I had to do what I had to do
I had to move what I had to move
I come from s**t so I can’t lose
Got-got-got-got a pocket full of Blue’s Clues
Bad b**ches, I got boo coupes
Don’t get in this coupe with them sh*es
Get money, forever my mood
They watchin’, they study my moves
N**ga, I don’t play by the rules
Shinin’ heart, check out the jewels
I put on baguettes today
Picked up a bag yesterday
I do my thang with the weight
Under the floor, got a safe

Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
I could never ever ever let a b**ch run me
I’m in the Ferrari eatin’ hot wings from Crumpy’s
Park Avenue and Orange Mound on a Monday

I don’t mean no harm
But I been showin’ my ass lately
Large amounts daily
I been goin’ crazy
I been dancin’ with the devil
God, can you save me
Every dope boy dream to ride
In a brand new Mercedes

Bad b**ch say I’m her favorite
Drippin’ in the latest
B**ch say I’m contagious
I don’t believe none these n**gas
Don’t see none these n**gas
These n**gas be cap
I got a confession to make
I sold my soul to the trap…

➤ Written by Young Dolph
Album: Rich Slave
Produced by BandPlay
Young Dolph | 2021

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