Lyrics Hall of Fame – Young Dolph

Gotta put me up there with the greatest man
Let the band play
All star, super stars
Hall of Famer

They say I’m showing out, they say I should be ashamed
I don’t do it for the clout, b**ch I do it for the game
You could walk in any trap, and I bet they know my name
Frank Matthews of the South, put me in the Hall of Fame
Fame fame fame fame fame fame..
Add it to my bank account, b**ch and you can keep the fame
Yo fame, yo fame, yo fame, yo fame..
I met my b**ch one day, the next day her life was never the same

Told you, your family my family boy, all of your friends ain’t my friends
Now here, take the keys to this Benz
I remember back when I didn’t have nothing, so yeah I’ma ball till the end
I remember when I stacked my first hundred bands, I said I’m finna do this again

I see you n**gas going broke trynna keep up with me
Bad boy spending millions out here like I’m signed to Diddy
Showed the plain jane Rolex had a meeting with Roc Nation
But they got bout four, five, six rap n**gas over there deadbeat hating
But I still f**k with Jigga, tell him I got two million for him
To do a verse, and if he don’t I still got love for him
Cuz went to college hooping, staying in the dorm
I was still at momma house, sleeping on the floor

I ran up a quarter million and was still, sleeping on the floor
The type of n**ga to have a million at the stash house, and act like I’m broke
When I was sixteen I said it ain’t even about me no more
It’s PRE on my chest, this a multi-million dollar logo

They say I’m showing off, nah I just let my nuts hang
She said she love to get on top, when she wearing all my chains
My lil n**ga said you caked up Dolph, I told him you can do the same thing
Frank Matthews of the South, put me in the Hall of Fame
Fame fame fame fame fame fame..
Add it to my bank account b**ch, you can keep the fame
Fame, keep that, fame fame fame fame fame..
Have you ever felt a V12 when it gets changed

Have you seen my new charm It’s taller than Johnny Dang
Hopped out at the corner store and left the Rari’ running mane
Under the influence to get money everyday
Goyard full of currency, no I didn’t come to play
I spent a million on Richard Millies
I got a driveway full of hot wheels
And yea she a bad b**ch, but nah that Birkin bag not real
And yea I can eyeball a whole P, f**k a scale I got skills

Addicted to the lifestyle
Trynna count me a hundred million right now
Yea n**ga right now
Tell them f**k n**gas and duck b**ches pipe down
Nah I can’t wait on nobody
If I want it then I go get it my n**ga
If it don’t cost a quarter ticket
Then I can’t even sit in it my n**ga

They say I’m showing out, they say I should be ashamed
I don’t do it for the clout, b**ch I do it for the game
You could walk in any trap, and I bet they know my name
Frank Matthews of the South, put me in the Hall of Fame
Fame fame fame fame fame fame..
Add it to my bank account, b**ch and you can keep the fame
Yo fame, yo fame, yo fame, yo fame..
I met my b**ch one day, the next day her life was never the same…

➤ Written by Young Dolph
Produced by BandPlay
Young Dolph | 2022