Lyrics
Paper Route Business, yeah
It's Dolph
(Zaytoven) ha
Red, white and motherfuckin' blue (yeah)
Some of my partners claim red, some blue (uh-huh)
Re-red, white and motherfuckin' blue (ayy, ayy)
Just drunk a pint of red and my Chevelle blue (woo)
Red, white, and motherfuckin' blue (yeah)
Got red bitches, white bitches, what 'bout you? (What 'bout you?)
And them bitches do whatever I tell 'em to
And my trap house do whatever I make it do (yeah)
All about his paper (ayy), hit the trap with them flavors
Them old folks be lookin' hard
You gotta watch for them neighbors (watch out)
Got a smoker 'cross the street, he stealin' lights and cables (for real)
But I never judge him, though, 'cause everybody not able
Dro-drop a four in a Faygo
Remember all them days we had to eat hot dogs and potatoes
Ain't no love in these streets, man (nah)
Come take a walk in these Givenchys on my feet, man (yeah)
You ever been so hungry, you couldn't go to sleep, man? (Yeah)
Red, white and motherfuckin' blue (yeah)
Some of my partners claim red, some blue (uh-huh)
Re-red, white and motherfuckin' blue (ayy, ayy)
Just drank a pint of red and my Chevelle blue (woo)
Red, white, and motherfuckin' blue (yeah)
Got red bitches, white bitches, what 'bout you? (What 'bout you?)
And them bitches do whatever I tell 'em to
And my trap house do whatever I make it do (yeah)
Got red bitches (ayy), white bitches (yeah), all type of bitches (it's nothin')
When they at work, I send that bomb to they crib (woo)
I don't even wanna fuck, I just keep it cool (yeah)
I just might pay her rent and buy that bitch a car too (yeah)
She'll never know the reason why she got all that out the blue (yeah)
You say you know a nigga flyer than me, I'm like, "Who?" (Where he at?)
That nigga better fall out the sky in a parachute
They tryna take Bill Cosby down, what the world comin' to? (It's fucked up, man)
Red, white and motherfuckin' blue (yeah)
Some of my partners claim red, some blue (uh-huh)
Re-red, white and motherfuckin' blue (ayy, ayy)
Just drank a pint of red and my Chevelle blue (woo)
Red, white, and motherfuckin' blue (yeah)
Got red bitches, white bitches, what 'bout you? (What 'bout you?)
And them bitches do whatever I tell 'em to
And my trap house do whatever I make it do (yeah)