Lyrics:
Yeah
Only thing on my mind is dollar signs (dollar signs)
I keep my fye' by my side, baby, I'm outside (I'm outside)
I stay with the gang,
Grindin' hard, paper stackin' tryna follow the plan
Pullin', gloss and steams chasin' million dollar dreams
Livin' the thug life I get it by any means
Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only
your top
Step out the car, all they see is the gold
All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul
So who they wanna be like? Me, that's right,
every week baby
'Til I see a billion dollars ain't complete baby
See a trillion dollars ain't complete baby
(See a trillion dollars ain't complete
Saved in a drop top BM
Right side, DM
All praise due up
Tell him when I see him
Started with a couple dollars baby
Was told if I can get 'em
All
high-heeled shoes with a blunt in her mouth
Ready to roll up, hey hold up, she had the dollar fold up
To mix the coke with the smoke, yo, she was no joke
She
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
gon' feel like you got tasered
Hear a blast and see a flash from
Far like a massive star quasar
Laser hit you in your facial
Tissue like acne scar laser
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
It's getting late
When you hit me and you say you’re on the way
You're the only reason I'm awake
Light the blunt when I see Uber at the gate
I been
grow-op, bout to pull my own crops
Hit I-20 with 20 pounds when it drop
Hit 20 hundred each, end the season on top
20 times 20, 40 bands offa pot
21 blunt
H town in my cup, OG in my blunt
Crenshaw on my shirt, German on my stunt
Keep that H town in my cup, OG in my blunt
Crenshaw on my shirt, German
Grindin' hard, paper stackin' tryna follow the plan
Pullin', gloss and steams chasin' million dollar dreams
Livin' the thug life I get it by any means
proper,
did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me,
mad advanced and my skills are all about
hoe me no
What you wanna do?
Baby gone and call me up
You know I'ma run it up
Chase my liquor with a blunt
You know what to do
Get these dollars stack
real gorillas thuggin'
On top of corners every day strugglin'
All the beautiful women getting' money
Washin' them dollar bills like laundry
[Chorus:
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
only right I be blunt to Lyt
I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt
I see I should have used the lighter instead
Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple
Coming top down by the seaside
Ay-yi-yi-yi-yah
Ay-yi-yi-yi-yah
See the wrong side of the 45
Only you and me by the borderline (ooo)
Ay-yi-yi-yi-yah
wrist
I need a drop top, back, gettin top in the whip
This top ramen leave me hungry as shit
Clockin hours, makin dollars and cents
Barely payin my rent
forget it when I see how that ass sitting
And these bags, they got cash in it
Only time I'm breaking, is the blunt to put the gas in it
Been on go
Devil
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