Lyrics:
out? Ay buddy I'm good
What that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good
What she tell ya? I'm good, what you see?
Four hundred dollar jeans
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
there waitin' for the fall
(Y'all can't stop a motherf***in' Tank)
[Hook]
After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
the locksmith open up the door
Smooth as ice cube with the Jheri curl
Straight outta phoenix, coming for the world
Money music Mary yeah them be my only girls
Saw
What a waste of a skill
I'm talkin' truth and love
Y'all talkin' dollar bills
Everybody for sale
That way we'll never build nothin'
(We can't build shit)
Beyblades
We gon spin right thru
Pills really kill, I don’t take Es
I feel like Ice Cube
Rap Attack of the Clones
Like Kamino, my brother
He trap off
[Busta Rhymes]
We stay spittin' on
See what we sittin on
Shittin' you see how my 20â?? be fittin' on nigga
A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written
Them Daddy dollars y'all
My shit harder Dog
Im from the city of Caprise and them parlors y'all
Ima go and kill this nigga
Kiss above this realest
you well
Never sell my dream for lines through dollar bills
I ain't tossing my soul down that wishing well
White lines and used up whores, I'm like
out? Ay buddy I'm good
What that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good
What she tell ya? I'm good, what you see?
Four hundred dollar jeans
Two hundred dollar jeans with
My favorite patch
Pullin' up my ride, hell yeah, my rims match
What they tell you? I'm good
(what they tell you?) I'm good
the dollars still talkin' cash flow
Thousand dollar bill president Fidel Castro
Nigga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10
Ross cool as ice cube Dicky
give me a dollar since ya got so many
(What you want man?)
(?) said a hundred for that
Super happiness, a blunt and a sack
Who could we feel like
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
neck
I got 15 bows
& imma get em gone by sunset
I got drums bro got sticks
We den made a drumset
Stopped to get ice cubes for my lean
She asking are we
a dollar
Got that check and then they knew they was done
Everything new not a crease by my collar
Hey
They know I'm coming and this is they end
Came out
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
dollar bills, gotta get it how you live
Trill is when you hustle so you go out there and get it
Doin' whatever you gotta do to make a meal ticket
persistence
I am the day Ice Cube met Michael Jackson
Keep him away, huh? Something might happen
This is the making of a masterpiece
So we broke out the chains
out? Ay buddy I'm good
What that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good
What she tell ya? I'm good, what you see?
Four hundred dollar jeans
but picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
a house on the lake and one on the hill
imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
if the game
but picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
a house on the lake and one on the hill
imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
if the game
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
of business I can handle that
Money and my dollars I can handle that y'all know I can handle that
Hustling for them riches I can handle that
My whole team stays
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