Lyrics:
outta here
No days off punchin I’m gettin my dollars up
Let’s talk bread it ain’t that I can’t follow up
I dick the bitch from the back make her swallow
bill you wracked up with a wrecking ball
The crew’s coming for the camera, the group photo opp
You’re making him real nervous, you’re meeting
to the cure
The spike ain't not mystery
We're any penny in a billion dollar industry
And there's a mothafucka on living on the hill pushing pills
Stacking bills
Hello, who's askin'?
A bill collector? Well he ain't here
Ah hell, I guess you got me
Well, mister let me make this perfectly clear
When I get it
Thats a Lot
Well I dont have a dollar to my name
No dividends from the stock exchange
But when I look into your eyes
Im the luckiest man alive
off them labels
Working hard all week puts beer on the table
Eighteen bucks an hour and a million dollar tan
Women whistle at me while I'm working
for a dollar
They all fall down
They all fall down
They all fall down
They all fall
I've compiled this alongside with bone
So you can file this
Ladies and gentleman
This is your captain Bill Williams
I'd like to thank you for
Flying Williamsburg truck lines
If you look to your left
You'll see
you're my baby
Well I Got a dollar that I saved
I saved it up for rainy day
Everybody's callin' for bills that's due
But they don't catch me, I'll
DOLLARS) Glassed out, bottom Koreans
You're the type of fool that I might pee on
Peace to Serge and Laze for um, puttin a nigga like me on
I'm never gon'
collar
Bite your fingerprints, make the cops nog you
98, wait, service applead, rated top dollar
Escape jake fakin plot a lot hotter
Fake snakes smilin
one else
Looky here
On my Doc Holidays, boy I piss upon your grave
And wipe the smile away
Nigga, don't even try
Fistful of dollars, we gon' ride
there's a knock knockin' at my door
I'll just sit here on the floor
I'll run 26 miles a day straight up hills
Work overtime to pay all of my hospital bills
scratched, pronto
Bill and fame make magic like premier and, Eddie Sancho
(Yo where you been kid?) I don't know, gettin' ready for war
Parlayin' with ebony
at our poker game. Here's to a new beginning, here's to an end. Another Monday, another dollar, do ya know what I'm sayin?" I work construction during
got us locked us in situations, we might have to kill
I'm trying to bill, niggas keep on fronting still
"All those of you who are rich, use your riches
wispers in my ear
Sayin "Spark the blaze."
Somewhere on the eastside of steal and rob
A whole generation got a McJob
And the light bill still ain't resolved
They sure to catch you
The vendettas, trend setters, and Benz getters
With big cheddar fellas, pay bills and just met us
The big set up, the big let
hate
pussy rules the world let me demonstrate (repeat 2x)
Verse 2: Strings
I'm sitting on some make em holla pussy
Bill Gates Donald Trump million
screamin "Real boy you needs to chill"
But she don't understand I gots to play my bill
My girl works a job that pays 5 a fuckin hour
We needed more
CP3
Where my niggaz on the block boy
Open up shop boy
and they'll kill ya for them rocks boy
Gimme some money, dollars and I'ma give you 400 back
Give
mo ti clean bi Clinton bouncer wa fe ma bill
Se bi mo fun yin lowo lana
Kilode gaan e koshi lo jare ke chill
Bawon ore mi ba ti jii to ba lo gym
Time
Bidibi bunbedi
DJ xclusive
MasterKraft on the beat
Yeah
Uh
You for dominate
Do your research and investigate Wii
Pay your bills and watch your mom
he'd spent his last dime
And Sam, he took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
And the gold roared
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