Lyrics:
S-K-Y, can I ask you why;
Dolla dolla bills always on your mind
They can get you by, they can get you fly
All the watches in the world but ya can't buy
I'm chillin' heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo"
Where the dollas at?
Nigga, where the dollas at?
Where the dollas at?
Nigga, where
I'm chillin' heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo"
Where the dollas at?
Nigga, where the dollas at?
Where the dollas at?
Nigga, where
Killin niggas, I'm numb, it ain't blurry
Games is out
Where bro?
Why He Bugging?
Outside
Finally getting to
The money
Fall off
One by One
Realized
Ain't
Where the dollas at?
Nigga, where the dollas at?
Where the dollas at?
Nigga, where the dollas at?
Where the dollas at?
Nigga, where the dollas
The dude right there said
Ay man, I was gonna tell you
You the best receiver in the game
I said, I know...
I just wanna breath and chill
First I
the mission (Ya feel me)
Told my brotha pass the lighter, I can't wait another minute (And I can't wait)
Dolla after dolla when I get it imma spend it nigga (I
you the chooser
Get paid, get cash, get dollas
Stack chips, get rich, get gwolla
Get paid, get cash, get dollas
Stack chips, get rich, get gwolla
dolla bill yeah
That’s my baby yeah
Dolla bill can’t cheat on me
Dolla bill can't leave on me
Dolla bill won't lie on my name
Dolla bill can't run no game
yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider rider riders)
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm
should start an empire
We can cuddle by the fire
Dolla getting money now, gotta get money now
And Dolla never falling off
Dolla still rep the Gang
Dolla
bitch
I'll have her huffing and puffin
Up on the ganja and my collar
Bitch get low like impalas
You know the dollar dollas help a brotha through these
strugglin', they get it by any means
That dolla won't make you happy, it won't change a thing
But it's your call, I gotchu, hear you loud and clear
But what
Hoes cause I got game
I don’t got change or a dolla
To my name but I maintain
And all my mothafuckin dollars
Are the same thing
Dolla bills, dolla bills
niggas 'll do
For a grip in this day and age
See I be tryin' to get paid and
Keep my game sharper than a fade (like that)
Ridin' through the hood in
yeah yeah, (yeah yeah)
Ima come back like the prodigal son, (son)
Big baller, holla
(holla, holla, holla, holla)
On the corner tryna get a dolla
(dolla
answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
visualize, two young killas on the rise
Ain't that a bitch, snoop dogg and brotha lynch
(lynch)
And we remain bombed out (what), no doubt
Eat niggas up with
but bitch I never voted
I'm out here on the streets motherfucker, tryin to represent
ya'll real niggas by staying independent (tru to the game
dog food
Feeling boxed in by squares but I'm obtuse
Being pulled over and thrown over the hood over countless times
I'm surprised I haven't lost my mind
the hardest nicca from around
My way
Verse 2: Dolla Boy
Well I'm the dolla boy got gam gallure*
You may have a lot of game but I got much more
And it all brew
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
Them lies as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool
shit
Instead of TLC, you give us brotha's B.I.G. trouble
We're just Sporty Thievz, huddle game with the illest rebuttal
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
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