Major
Young Dolph Lyrics


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Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, break that down man
Ayy, bruh, don't get that shit on my sheets, bruh

Mobbin' in the Bentley (ayy), smokin' moon rocks (hey)
Pocket full of motherfuckin' blue (blue), guap (guap)
Half an ounce in my Gucci tube (tube), socks (socks)
For the summertime got a new (what?), drop (skrrt)
Trapper slash rapper slash bad bitch snatcher (ayy come here)
Baby mama mad, she say you live like a bastard (so what?)
Sold a hundred pounds and gave ten percent to the pastor (church)
Keep goin' up the ladder (ayy), they mad, make 'em madder (hey)
Told my son when I'm gone you gon' be a rich lil' bastard (yeah)
Pointers on me hittin' (woo), leave a bitch dizzy (uh)
All my old bitches feelin' salty, yeah, yeah
In my DM, talkin' 'bout why you dog me? Yeah, yeah
But I still miss you, can you call me? Yeah, yeah
I heard ain't shit change, that you still ballin', yeah, yeah
She used to bust them scripts for me at Walgreens (pour up, pour up)
Smugglin' narcotics was my calling (hey), ayy

Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh)
Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)

Hah-hah, you searchin' for fame (damn)
I became a superstar in the dope game (it's Dolph)
Found out you a hater, I can't look at you the same (goddamn)
She said can she take a picture with my chain? (goddamn)
Got two twin sisters, call 'em yin yang (goddamn)
I wish I wouldn't've fucked that bitch, she insane (goddamn)
Alexander McQueen on me, ain't got a stain (yeah yeah)
Turned to the plug, my life ain't never been the same (yeah yeah)

Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh)
Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)
Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh, gang)
Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh, woo)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)

House full of bitches like Flavor (Flav)
These cuts in my thumb come from countin' paper, yeah (racks)
Paper Route the gang and bitch we a label (gang, yeah)
New Glock with a laser, yeah I let you meet your maker (yeah)
Then go out to Jamaica with my motherfuckin' rastas, yeah, yeah
I'm movin' with my motherfuckin' shottas, yeah, yeah
I walk in, pop my motherfuckin' collar, yeah, yeah
A pistol in the motherfuckin' party (Glock)

Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh, gang)
Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)
Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh)




Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Major" by Young Dolph depict a life of luxury and success following his experiences in the drug game. He talks about his expensive car, smoking moon rocks, and having a pocket full of money. He even mentions a Gucci tube with half an ounce of weed in it. Dolph is also proud of his accomplishments, like turning "dirt into diamonds" and becoming a "superstar in the dope game." Throughout the song, Dolph brags about his lifestyle and success, including having a house full of girls and a pistol with him at the party. He also mentions past relationships, including a baby mama who is angry with how he spends his money and an ex-girlfriend who is still trying to contact him.


Overall, the song highlights Dolph's success and the rewards he's reaped for his previous work in the drug game. The lyrics suggest that he's come a long way since his early days and that he enjoys the life he's built for himself.


Line by Line Meaning

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, break that down man
Wait a minute, let me pause for a sec and analyze what you're saying


Ayy, bruh, don't get that shit on my sheets, bruh
Hey, don't mess up my stuff with whatever you're handling over there


Mobbin' in the Bentley (ayy), smokin' moon rocks (hey)
Driving around in a Bentley while smoking highly potent and expensive marijuana


Pocket full of motherfuckin' blue (blue), guap (guap)
Loads of cash and drugs in my pockets


Half an ounce in my Gucci tube (tube), socks (socks)
I keep my stash of drugs hidden in my Gucci container and my socks


For the summertime got a new (what?), drop (skrrt)
In the summer, I have a new convertible car to ride around in.


Trapper slash rapper slash bad bitch snatcher (ayy come here)
I am a drug dealer, successful rapper and I attract a lot of women.


Baby mama mad, she say you live like a bastard (so what?)
My ex-wife is angry with me and says I'm living like a reckless person. I don't care.


Sold a hundred pounds and gave ten percent to the pastor (church)
I sold a lot of drugs and donated a small percentage of my earnings to my local church.


Keep goin' up the ladder (ayy), they mad, make 'em madder (hey)
I am continuously moving up in the world and others are mad, but their anger only motivates me to keep going.


Told my son when I'm gone you gon' be a rich lil' bastard (yeah)
I promised my son that when I am gone, he will inherit all my wealth and be financially secure.


Pointers on me hittin' (woo), leave a bitch dizzy (uh)
I have a lot of valuable possessions, and I can satisfy women so much that they will become disoriented.


All my old bitches feelin' salty, yeah, yeah
All the women I used to date are feeling bitter that I am successful now.


In my DM, talkin' 'bout why you dog me? Yeah, yeah
Women are sending me direct messages asking why I mistreated them in the past.


But I still miss you, can you call me? Yeah, yeah
Even though I have moved on and am successful, I still have feelings for some of my exes and want to reconnect.


I heard ain't shit change, that you still ballin', yeah, yeah
I've heard that some of my exes are still living comfortably and haven't changed their lifestyle since we split up.


She used to bust them scripts for me at Walgreens (pour up, pour up)
I used to rely on one of my exes to illegally fill my prescriptions for drugs at Walgreens.


Smugglin' narcotics was my calling (hey), ayy
Illegally transporting drugs was my primary occupation and source of income.


Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh)
I have four rims on my Mercedes, showing off my success.


Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh, gang)
My entire crew is living lavishly and enjoying life to the fullest.


Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh)
I am earning millions of dollars and showing them off in my home or business.


I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)
I successfully turned a hopeless situation into a very profitable and fruitful one, which is major.


Hah-hah, you searchin' for fame (damn)
You are seeking fame and recognition.


I became a superstar in the dope game (it's Dolph)
I am a well-known and successful drug dealer in my community.


Found out you a hater, I can't look at you the same (goddamn)
I recently discovered that you are a hater, and now I cannot see you the same way anymore.


She said can she take a picture with my chain? (goddamn)
A woman asked if she could take a picture holding the expensive chain I am wearing.


Got two twin sisters, call 'em yin yang (goddamn)
I have two twin siblings who are very different from each other.


I wish I wouldn't've fucked that bitch, she insane (goddamn)
I regret having a sexual relationship with a woman because she is crazy and unpredictable.


Alexander McQueen on me, ain't got a stain (yeah yeah)
I am wearing expensive designer clothes that are spotless and clean.


Turned to the plug, my life ain't never been the same (yeah yeah)
I turned to a new supplier for drugs, and my life has improved drastically since then.


House full of bitches like Flavor (Flav)
My house is filled with a lot of women like how Flavor Flav used to have women around him.


These cuts in my thumb come from countin' paper, yeah (racks)
I have cuts on my hand from counting cash so much.


Paper Route the gang and bitch we a label (gang, yeah)
Paper Route is not just a crew, but a record label.


New Glock with a laser, yeah I let you meet your maker (yeah)
I have a new gun with a laser sight that can hurt or kill you.


Then go out to Jamaica with my motherfuckin' rastas, yeah, yeah
I am planning to go to Jamaica with my friends who are Rastafarians.


I'm movin' with my motherfuckin' shottas, yeah, yeah
I am always around my dangerous associates who can easily harm others.


I walk in, pop my motherfuckin' collar, yeah, yeah
I walk confidently and turn heads wherever I go.


A pistol in the motherfuckin' party (Glock)
I always make sure to have my gun with me, even when I'm partying.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Written by: Adolph Thornton, Krishon O'Brien Gaines, Markeyvuis Cathey

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@LetsReadPodcast

RIP Dolph

@natalyam5778

Lets Read! Came back just to hear him say it 😂

@lildale4342

I be walking around the store saying that

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lmfaooo!

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@lifegoeson1007

Lets Read! Whoa, what are you doing here? 😂

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@TruthGamingsInc

Trapper / Rapper / Hash Slinging Slasher 😂

@jamirarocks

Truthgamings I’m dead af 💀

@merna4ever16

You funny as shit moe

@TheBeuttiekiller

Lmao

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