On the River lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Pretty white b*tches sniffin' cocaine
My trap house live like the Soul Train, yeah
I had a dream when I was a young n*gga (Me too)
Bad b*tches (And a lot of money), yeah
Big pound of weed in that motherf*cker
Whole lotta foreigns (Gang gang), yeah (Yeah)
Millions on top of millions

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
If she ain't pretty, she can't ride with me (Hell nah)
If she ain't got ass, I don't wanna smash (No thank you)
Weed so good, I don't wanna pass (Woo)
All I smoke is killer (Strong), your b*tch look like Thriller (Damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (Skrrt)
You f*ckin' with the realest (Yeah), don't know a n*gga realer, ayy, yeah
I can show you how to make that money triple (Work)
Took her out to eat (Then what?), f*cked her on the river (Uh)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Syrup sipper, and she full of that liquor (Yeah)
Took her out to eat, f*cked her on the river (Yeah)
She started with me first, pullin' on my zipper (Yeah)
She thickalicious, so you know I had to hit her
Goddamn, hell nah, boy, you know I didn't kiss her (No)
I'm from Memphis, you know I thought about pimping her (Yup)
Hah, G's up, hoes down (Down)
I might break a b*tch like I break down a pound, yeah
Want the work for cheap, jump on a plane, go out of town
Yeah, you see that boy ain't solid, make that pus*y stay from 'round
All I wanna do is count money and lay up with my lil' b*tch (Ayy)
Rich n*ggas ain't dumb, dumb n*ggas ain't rich, you dig? (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
If she ain't pretty, she can't ride with me (Hell nah)
If she ain't got ass, I don't wanna smash (No thank you)
Weed so good, I don't wanna pass (Woo)
All I smoke is killer (Strong), your b*tch look like Thriller (Damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (Skrrt)
You f*ckin' with the realest (Yeah), don't know a n*gga realer, ayy, yeah
I can show you how to make that money triple (Work)
Took her out to eat (Then what?), f*cked her on the river (Uh)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa & Young Dolph]
All I smoke is killer (Strong)
Gotta shout out Killa (Hey)
See me in the club, I be standing next to killers (Woah)
Got a crib in Cali, so my car ain't got no ceilings (Drop)
Smellin' like that KK when I walk into the building (Hey, hey)
Bankroll, tryna get another million (Racks)
Get jammed up, he gon' sing like Bryson Tiller (Damn)
Garage look like the dealer (Haha)
Y'all don't look familiar (Who is you?)
Plus I rep them Steelers (Yeah)
Don’t care what the bill is (Uh-huh)
Buy it all, buy it all, buy it all
Met the b*tch on the first night, she gon' try it all
I feel bad for her n*gga 'cause he keep tryna call
Got her over at my crib, she’ll be back to you tomorrow
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
If she ain't pretty, she can't ride with me (Hell nah)
If she ain't got ass, I don't wanna smash (No thank you)
Weed so good, I don't wanna pass (Woo)
All I smoke is killer (Strong), your b*tch look like Thriller (Damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (Skrrt)
You f*ckin' with the realest (Yeah), don't know a n*gga realer, ayy, yeah
I can show you how to make that money triple (Work)
Took her out to eat (Then what?), f*cked her on the river (Uh)