Hall of Fame Lyrics – Young Dolph


Hall of Fame Lyrics by Young Dolph – Hall of Fame is the Brand New English Song from the album “Paper Route Frank” featuring Young Dolph. Young Dolph has sung this Latest English Song, while Hall of Fame Song Lyrics are also penned by Young Dolph, BandPlay, and Triple G Ty, with Music produced by BandPlay and Triple G Ty, and this Brand New Music video has been released on the 27th of July 2022.

Hall of Fame Lyrics – Young Dolph

Gotta Put Me Up There With The Greatest, Man (Triple G Ty)
(Let The Band Play)
Allstar To Superstar
Hall Of Famer (Uh)

They Say I’m Showing Out,
They Say I Should Be Ashamed (Ayy)
I Don’t Do It For The Clout, B!tch,
I Do It For The Gang (Ayy)
You Can Walk In Any Trap
And I Bet They Know My Name (Yeah)
Frank Matthews Of The South,
Put Me In The Hall Of Fame (Fame),
Fame (Fame), Fame (Fame), Fame (Fame), Fame

Add It To My Bank Account, B!tch,
And You Can Keep The Fame (Yeah), Fame (Yeah),
Fame (Yeah), Fame (F#ck All That)
I Met My B!tch One Day, The Next Day,
Her Life Was Never The Same (For Real, Though)

Told Her Your Family My Family,
But All Of Your Friends Ain’t My Friends (Uh-uh)
Now Here, Take The Keys To This Benz (Here, Take That)
I Remember Back When I Ain’t Have Nothing,
So, Yeah, I’ma Ball ’til The End (Woo)

I Remember I Stacked My First Hundred Bands,
I Said I’m Finna Do This Again (Run It Up), Ha
I See You N!ggas Goin’ Broke Tryna Keep Up With Me (I See You)
Bad Boy Spendin’ Millions Out Here Like I’m Signed To Diddy (It’s Dolph)

Showed Up, Plain Jane Rolex,
Had A Meeting With Roc Nation (Okay)
But They Got ’bout Four, Five,
Six Rap N!ggas Over There That Be Hatin’ (On God)
But I Still F#ck With Jigga,
Tell Him I Got Two Million For Him (For What?)
To Do A Verse, And If He Don’t,
I Still Got Love For Him (On God)

Cuz Went To College Hoopin’, Stayin’
In The Dorm (What Else?)
I Was Still At Mama House Sleepin’
On The Floor (For Real, Though)
I Ran Up A Quarter Million And Was Still (What?),
Sleepin’ On The Floor (Okay)
The Type Of N!gga Have A Million
At A Stash House And Act Like I’m Broke (Okay)
When I Was Sixteen, I Said, “It Ain’t Even About Me No More” (Yeah)
It’s Pre On My Chest,
This A Multi-Million Dollar Logo (Yeah, Yeah)

They Say I’m Showing Off, Nah, I Just Let My Nuts Hang
She Said She Love To Get On Top When She Wearin’ All My Chains
My Lil’ N!gga 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 (Fame), Fame
Add It To My Bank Account, B!tch,
And You Can Keep The Fame (Keep That),
Fame (Fame), Fame (Fame), Fame (Uh-huh)
Have You Ever Felt A V12 When The Gears Change? (Hold Up)

Have You Seen My New Charm?
It’s Taller Than Johnny Dang (Damn)
Hopped Out At The Corner Store
And Left The ‘rari Runnin’, Man (Gabbana)

Under The Influence To Get Money Every Day (Hustler)
Goyard Full Of Currency, No,
I Didn’t Come To Play (Hey, Hey)
I Spent A Million On Richard Milles
I Got A Driveway Full Of Hot Wheels

Ha, And Yeah, She A Bad B!tch,
But Nah, That Birkin Bag Not Real (Damn)
And Yeah, I Can Eyeball A Whole P,
F#ck A Scale, I Got Skills (Ha)
(Paper Route Frank)
Addicted To The Lifestyle (Uh)
I’m Tryna Count Me A Hundred Millio’ Right Now (Right Now)
Yeah, N!gga, Right Now (Right Now)

Tell Them F#ck N!ggas And
Them Duck B!tches Pipe Down (Ayy, Watch Out)
Nah, I Can’t-Wait On Nobody,
If I Want It, Then I Go Get It, My N!gga (Uh-uh)
If It Don’t Cost A Quarter Ticket,
Then I Can’t Even Sit In It, My N!gga (Yeah, Yeah)

They Say I’m Showing Out,
They Say I Should Be Ashamed (Ayy)
I Don’t Do It For The Clout, B!tch,
I Do It For The Gang (Ayy)
You Can Walk In Any Trap
And I Bet They Know My Name (Yeah)
Frank Matthews Of The South,
Put Me In The Hall Of Fame (Fame),
Fame (Fame), Fame (Fame), Fame (Fame), Fame
Add It To My Bank Account, B!tch,
And You Can Keep The Fame (Yeah),
Fame (Yeah), Fame (Yeah), Fame (F#ck All That)
I Met My B!tch One Day, The Next Day,
Her Life Was Never The Same (For Real, Though)

Yah Mean?
Ayy, I’m Just A Different Type Of N!gga, Yah Mean?
Do What The F#ck I Wanna, Yah Mean?
Ayy, Bruh, You Hang Around Me Too Long,
Man, You Might Slip Up And Become A Millionaire Or Some Sh!t, Ha
Yah Mean?
Yeah
Ayy, Look
Lil’ Mama, If I F#ck With You, You Mine
Your Life Instantly Change, You No Longer The Same
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, It’s Dolph

Written by: Young Dolph, BandPlay & Triple G Ty

Hall of Fame Song Info:

Song: Hall of Fame
Album Paper Route Frank
Singer: Young Dolph
Lyrics: Young Dolph, BandPlay & Triple G Ty
Music: BandPlay & Triple G Ty
Music Label: Paper Route Empire
Featuring: Young Dolph
Release Date: 27th July 2022

Related Songs

Love For The Streets
Blind Fold
Woah
Uh Uh
Thats How
Old Ways
Roster
Smoke My Weed
Always
Beep Beep
Infatuated With Drugs
Get Away

Hall of Fame Music Video