Lyrics:
everything you need nigga, aye
Got everything you need nigga
Dollar and a dream
More like a dollar and some weed
More like a few dollars because I need my
Transit just to f**k s**t up
Might hit The Factory just to f**k s**t up
F**k s**t up 8x
2nd Verse (Streetz)
I turn a quarter into a dollar, not fifty
fit costs seven dollars and sixty two cents
And I'm still icy
I'm still swaggin
I'm still dripped out
And I will fucking DDT anyone that tries
, Just fifty cent in my hands you know half a dollar, now I'm on a high prices yacht you can't afford this, eating swordfish trying to make it
reach to the God of Rap
Put my 2 cents in, hoping to get a dollar back
My legacy's Least expected, but pre-selected
I'm an animal, a cannibal undetected,
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
through your windows or your door
Grab it by the tail
Yucca man
Yucca man
If I had a dollar--cut it in two--give you fifty cents
But the rock will
steps."
I was beat but I played him one more
Then I was headed out towards the door
And he handshake and hand me a hundred dollar bills
Said, "By the way,
route to the bench down 53
Took the last dollar that I
Had for this dream
And I spent it on some 99 cents Micky D's
Shit wasn't doin' too fine
Then I made
stressed out
Say what you said
Before I dozed out
My bank account cents less
I make it by dollars
I make it by dollars
I'm losing my senses
Better bite down
I feel the luv
Maybe these twenties and dollars like hugs
I'm off my drugs
Then took another that leveled the buzz
I'm on the way
Oh no keep talking
bout bags, and show us the plan, and times it by two.
All you need is a mask, make plenty of grand, what you tryin' to do
Hustle, hustle, grind, grind,
dollars, ninety-eight cents. I keep it one hundred and I tell her..
Keep the change for your two cents. I grind hard, bitch, to the point where I don't
a billion dollar industry, then look at my abilities
But I'm a dreamer in alotta ways
I feel if you believe in God that you believe in brighter days
Keep my
How she toot that thing out
When she glide by
Got a nigga booted up
Yeah that booty got me high
How she toot that thing out
When she glide by
Got
They dabble in fabrication
And then every dollar and cent
That they borrow and print
Tomorrow is spent on wars full
Of sorrow and debt
Until the currency
I met a man with tattoos on his hands
_____________________
He said "mate can you spare 20 dollars"
I said "what you gonna do with that?
Buy you
a songwriter fool
I condense sense from right and wrong
Livin in the key of protest songs
From basement tapes
Beyond them dollars and cents
Changin of the guards
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
if you nah mek sense (Sense)
Every dollar spend affe mek some cents (Cents)
Money Money Money
A nuh freedom a spend
Say she have her own money
And she
pack for free
Told em' playas ain't played with
So bitch don't play with me
Protected by this N-I-N-E Glock
Feel like shawty pimp
This one for them
playin games nigga nah I gotta six sense
That big ole fat titty booty bitch she got no sense
She slobbed on nob for a dollar, gave her 50 cent
And then I
basement tapes
Beyond them dollars and cents
Changing of the guards spent
Now where the hell the majors went?
Most of their time out of mind
Hating my
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
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