Lyrics:
better walk it
It's me and you I bet my bottom dollar I'll go all in
Every time you see us it's like Spaulding and balling
Them demons trynna' get us they
of the other
I bet ya bottom dollar
I Kan make you holler
Unlike them kids this pill you Kan never swallow
You hop up out ya body when I
Make you go to naught
Ayo Ester, never been a guesser
But I bet my bottom dollar
Bitches under pressure
Moved out to LA, now it's like I sell yay
Money so offensive,
forgotten
Memories all turned rotten
It's not the same on the phone
So what's up girl?
Things haven't changed a bit since we last met
I bet my bottom dollar
here
But i'd bet the bottom dollar if i had a pair
Anders Villa scoping out the town
Shakin' it up, shakin' it down
Everybody is turning their heads
though, holdin' my gizza knot, my name hold weight
And you can bet your bottom dollar money mo' I make
Let's get this cake
Son do what it takes
Yeah, U.
I just heard a song on the radio
That made think of you and a God and a devil
In dis-cam-ill you-"r"
I bet my bottom dollar where
You go there'll be
wanna
I can bet my bottom dollar, you don't want it
I'm the man right now, to be honest
Whole squad turned up, cause we on it
I got money, ima spend it
someone
'Cause when the moonshiners know I carry a star
I'll bet my bottom dollar I'll have 'em on the run
'Cause I'm a revenooer man
Yes, I'm a revenooer
someone
'Cause when the moonshiners know I carry a star
I'll bet my bottom dollar I'll have 'em on the run
'Cause I'm a revenooer man
Yes, I'm a revenooer
the highs don't last, but the dope in the bag
So you can bet your bottom dollar cause I'm all that
I got no damn challengers
Look around, there ain't nobody
Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago, I will show you around
I love it
Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose the blues
In Chicago,
C-Notes, turn a stripper to a singer, bet she never miss a note
Making top dollar, but I bet the bottom dollar, nigga never going broke
I ask, cause
Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago, I will show you around
I love it
Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose the blues
In Chicago,
reverend like Run, the squint in the sun
I bet you bottom dollar I get louder in the barn
A PH balance son I walk the phenom
Like typo, might go, dope in
who knows?
But I could bet my bottom dollar
It was over somethin' like money, cash, hoes
They clothes
But I could bet my bottom dollar
Down to my last
It took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
Took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
(It sho' did man)
But I bet you my bottom dollar, I
It took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
Took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
(It sho' did man)
But I bet you my bottom dollar, I
Chicago, Chicago, that toddling town
Chicago, Chicago, I'll show you around, I love it
Bet your bottom dollar, you'll lose the blues in Chicago
a hurry, got you bitches worried
Lima, baby I ain’t with the problems
You play with my money you gone see them falcons
Bet yo bottom dollar
I could break
It took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
Took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
(It sho' did man)
But I bet you my bottom dollar, I
And a good beer early morning buzz
Says "no" to rise and shine
Double trouble time, leave it all behind
I'll turn another page
Bet your bottom dollar
I lay it
It took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
Took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
(It sho' did man)
But I bet you my bottom dollar, I
whatever rather
Get me better
Bet ya bottom dollar I'ma
Get me better
Get me better
I'ma
Get me better
They gon say whatever rather
Get me better
Bet ya
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