Lyrics:
Season, Busta Bus, Nicki Minaj
Billions baby, Frank Bill-ion (C.I.t.)
This is a world premier, Style on them (Let's get it)
Now you hold it's your
the dollar bills.
From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that,
was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back.
Black, I regulate I buzz
label
Mr black president yeah Obama fa real
They gotta put ya face on the five thousand dollar bill
[Chorus]
So I'm sittin' here right now man
hangin by a thread
She used to be tall but she’s only gotten shorter
She thinks she’s dollar bill but she’s only got a quarter
Grady’s training her
rumble in the jungle
Leave you layin in a puddle
Cash rules everything around me
Cream get the money
Dollar dollar bill yall
These are the tales
Hustlaz
forgetting the dates in his diary
R.I.P Dr. Kelly and fuck the hutton inquiry
Water boards at bay
Lock-down in Guantanamo prison
Cover a face and paint new
rotation
Are you kidding me, mba nu
Two by two, they be hating you in public
But cool by you
It be killing me internally
But if not for you, so what
This one
When I Get There
I reminisce on the R. Kelly +I Wish+
Yo, right now I'm writin the remix
Y'all heard the stories of the miseries
Rivals between enemies,
Quittin' time quittin' time like a big dollar bill a waitin' on a little thin dime
Quittin' time quittin' time wanna find my baby by the docks
in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins,
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "buddy, come on in,
an underage girl
But he ain't worried bout a thing
You put this pedophile on a pedestal
At least R. Kelly could sing
Why you tryna replicate other greats way
and Franklin on the bill
Dollar dollar
Bill by bill
Bills into stacks
Getting hard to count them racks On racks
Stacks on stacks
My rhymes come in packs
I wear
Splashin' Tapatio
Cal Caliente but my flow muy frio
R. Kelly on ya'll
My favorite color Amarillo huh
Oro shower hoe you lookin' hammerd
War Head mouth yeah
morals, they ain't got nothin' they live by (nothin')
Seen a fiend from 2005, said she still high
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, I was still fly
label
Mr black president yeah Obama fa real
They gotta put ya face on the five thousand dollar bill
[Chorus]
So I'm sittin' here right now man
Went by the name of Motor Mike
Called him that 'cause he rode a bike
Rode all the way from Guatemala
Haulin' shwag just to make a dollar
Tall
along on tour
Just to have a good time
Or paying Calamity Jane five-thousand
Dollars to be heckled
By twenty thousand macho boys in Argentina
Or asking my
girls cocktail
Cosby tryna call me just to ask if there are cops there
Just so he can snatch 'em and go stash 'em in his padded cell
Waiting on R. Kelly
my destination
Ain't letting shit fly, cause I do not play quidditch
Cocaine flakes on a five dollar bill
Sour cream on a whole lot of guac
Trigger
Yeah, Oloun
Oluwa guide my steps, Gauge my settings
Enter stage, know I’m shelling
Drop album, know I’m selling
Collect my dollar, collect my
dollars bills
She can have anything
She want Gucci and Prada
Loius and Zara
I put put it all in the bag
Call me Tony Montana
Fly to Atlanta
Boy I ain't
HANGING AROUND DOWN ON SOMETHING TO DO STREET
I'M LIKE THE FIRST DOLLAR BILL THAT THEY FRAME
WATCHING MEDIA COVERAGE OF MEDIA COVERAGE
OF SOME KID
spirit but your arms'll always heal
I ain't tryna overstep, but these feelings gotta feel
In a world fulla dimes, you're a trillion dollar bill!
I know
the priceless lifeline that sold for cents
all moments I have lived are just numbers
caged by boundaries of my own days
gold bars can't calm me down the prison
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