Bottom Dollar

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Andre Mez

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I’m addicted to the bottom dollar
I just pray this bad habit doesn’t fall upon my daughter
I’m addicted to the bottom dollar
When I get the world, reciprocate it to my mom and father
I’m addicted to the color of green
Money, money, ain’t it lovely what them hunnids will do
Or green like envy that’s concealed inside of my team
Love me, love me, don’t you hunt me when my money is blue
Blue faces turn to bullet casings laid in the dirt
Before you rob the boy's chain, won’t you think what it’s worth
His father gave it to him on the day he disappeared
Found his daddy laid inside a ditch, choking on tears
Son saw him breathing, dad was fiending for help
Too immature to understand the mental demons he held
Daddy, daddy, where you go, you know we all miss you
Was on my way to CVS to buy my momma tissues
I thought you said you love us, why you try to run from us
Face the consequences of you never wearing rubbers
Grown man broke down before his child could finish
Said, boy I know your birthday coming up and you got wishes
But I cannot afford to support your mother and sisters
Ever since I got out prison, the system has been revealing
That when you go to prison, you’re locked into that train to hell
And boy that chain is all I got, that’s generational wealth
Cash ruined everything around me
Word to Joey Bad and the Wu-Tang team
Ask a Buddhist monk what the meaning of life be
He ain’t mention love and peace, he had pulled out like 5 g’s
Cash ruined everything around me
Word to Joey Bad and the Wu-Tang team
Ask a Buddhist monk what the meaning of life be
He ain’t mention love and peace, he had pulled out like 5 g’s
I’m addicted to the bottom dollar
I just pray this bad habit doesn’t fall upon my daughter
I’m addicted to the bottom dollar
When I get the world, reciprocate it to my mom and father
I’m addicted to the color of green
Money, money, ain’t it lovely what them hunnids will do
Or green like envy that’s concealed inside of my team
Love me, love me, don’t you hunt me when my money is blue
Momma went and borrowed several hundred dollars again
In three years, she gon have too many dollars to spend
My parents gave their life to me the moment I was planted
Only right that I return the recoupables on investment
Acid tablet advocate cuz dad was on acid the night that Cuban motherfucker had made me
And now I’m creeping addiction and it’s affecting my vision, I wish a genie three wishes could take me
Into a land where that minivan was more than a Caravan
As a kid I didn’t care, that DVD was the jam
Now I sit here like damn, I miss a time with no gram
Before I had smoked a gram, before I found master plan
Before the falling out of bad decisions came to fruition
And now I’m walking around alone in this room, fucking wishing
And maybe it was training growing up by addiction
Domestic violence didn’t help with mental health and conditions, naw
Cash ruined everything around me
Word to Joey Bad and the Wu-Tang team
Ask a Buddhist monk what the meaning of life be
He ain’t mention love and peace, he had pulled out like 5 g’s
Cash ruined everything around me
Word to Joey Bad and the Wu-Tang team
Ask a Buddhist monk what the meaning of life be
He ain’t mention love and peace, he had pulled out like 5 g’s
I’m addicted to the bottom dollar
I just pray this bad habit doesn’t fall upon my daughter
I’m addicted to the bottom dollar
When I get the world, reciprocate it to my mom and father
I’m addicted to the color of green
Money, money, ain’t it lovely what them hunnids will do
Or green like envy that’s concealed inside of my team
Love me, love me, don’t you hunt me when my money is blue
They told me get a job, I said if only you knew
The type of fairy tale unfathomable shit Imma do
For now it’s only ideas and Pro Tools sessions
So I have yet to see return on me dispersing my blessings
And I don’t know if next semester, the dollars are gon align
I mean, even full ride is not enough to survive
How I’m posed to keep my people fed when pockets is empty
When I was seventeen I had a dream to purchase a semi
And earn my money nice and quickly like my family convinced me
If I have to do the dirt, then the evil could live within me
But decade separated, and I learned from their mistakes
When my cousin get out prison, we gon meet up at the gates
If we talking model figures, there was never one in full sight
But daddy had to raise a family, so he gave his whole life
Only imagine the weight of all of that burden
Well my parents be the first to see a piece my earnings

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