Dollar & Change (feat. Damien B.)

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Jordan Xiro

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Just throw it in the bag, need my money right now, I don't want the lag
Need my money fast, talking fast
Talking race that shit, don't crash
Talking face this shit, let it, let it hit you in the soul til' you spaz
Let it pop pop, in your back
I was doing bad, that was in the past
The strong push on and the weak don't last
But I pray for you, got a dollar and some change for you

I block way too many hoes, don't let them call me
I'm on top of this thing and it's all deep
My money clean, I can't spend that shit sloppy
Plus I'm way too grown to be sorry
I'm in Ferrari's, pinky ring Audi's
Bust down both wrists, still late to the party
I was selling drugs in the burbs like
Doing things you never even heard like
I was in a Porsche Panamera, I was selling weed at Panera
I was off acid and shrooms
I pulled it out flacid, she said that shit was huge
Feeling like Schoolboy Q, way way too much groove
Way too many moves, I'm a top dog for real
I be licking on that cat 'til she squeal
My gross and my net worth ill, make you want to go and say, "Ew"
And my heart on chill, neck and my wrist on chill
I'm so trill, had a milly before I even had a deal
Going for a billy and I won't stop
On my hip that's an uzi and an old glock, and I don't miss shots

Just throw it in the bag, need my money right now, I don't want the lag
Need my money fast, talking fast
Talking race that shit, don't crash
Talking face this shit, let it, let it hit you in the soul til' you spaz
Let it pop pop, in your back
I was doing bad, that was in the past
The strong push on and the weak don't last
But I pray for you, got a dollar and some change for you

Just throw it in the bag, need my money right now, I don't want the lag
Need my money fast, talking fast

Just trying to get that feeling back
Ain't nobody fucking with me when I'm feeling that
Ever since I can remember I was filling bags
If it ain't about the money I don't feel intact
Reel it back, spilling facts, ain't no doubt about it I'm the real in rap
And I don't even listen to it, I just smoke and heal it back
I just make the beats and get to zoning when I'm feeling bad
Ain't no need for capping I just play the shit and peel it back
This rapping shit is easy, I don't watch TV
I just peeped the Laker score, I got it on streaming
Officially an OG, I feel like Mr. Feeny
Giving game OD without it sounding cheesy
Back when all the crazy chicks would threaten me for leaving
Back when I would hit up Target for the Drake CD
Back when girls ain't training waist and let it hang freely
Now they save up all they checks for the fake DD's
I just need a little more
What it's hitting for? I just work and hit ignore
Trying to do more than just sit and pour
After long shifts, always end up at the liquor store
Then it's right back to the vision board
I can see it in her face that she getting bored
I just wish she saw the vision more
Instead of thinking all I do is look at screens and sit indoors

Just throw it in the bag, need my money right now, I don't want the lag
Need my money fast, talking fast
Talking race that shit, don't crash
Talking face this shit, let it, let it hit you in the soul til' you spaz
Let it pop pop, in your back
I was doing bad, that was in the past
The strong push on and the weak don't last

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