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Dollar Lyrics

from MADE

"Dollar" is track #8 on the album MADE. It was written by Brad Jordan;anthony Gilmour.
"Dollar" is track #8 on the album MADE. It was written by Brad Jordan;anthony Gilmour.

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Dollar
Dollar

I'm 'bout my game, can't take shit light
Rich today, be broke tonight
I duck the pin 'cuz I seek the light
On my grind, my grind's my life

My life's my hood, my home is slums
My boys is deep, hoes is young
Funk is here, I'm out the way
I stash the cash for that rainy day

Those days to come, my storm awaits
I save for now, for babenapes
For cars and wheels, for grills and chains
For cows and bulls, for screens and bang

For candy paint, my life done changed
My kids is grown, I needs the bank
My bank for real, I leaves behind
A name that lives for years uh, uh

Big weed and drink, rims and candy paint
Fresh shoes and clothes, keep several hoes
Y'all idolize me, I do it for the dollar

Girls slide down the pole, niggas trick for hoes
We sell tons of dope, I ain't never broke
Ain't my fault that the world revolves the dollar

I dips to clubs, gets major play
From major hoes in a major way
Short skirts and boots, thick ass with thighs
She said it's yours, come fuck me eyes

Got hoes with jobs, got hoes with games
Got freaky hoes that dance with hey
They likes my style and I like they ways
She wants what's mine and I want what pays

I love these hoes without my heart
I fucks they mind not private parts
They falls in lust, dick game in truth
She leaves her man 'cuz I keeps her loose

She dreams of me, just met the chick
She mean to you 'cuz you stressed the bitch
I takes her home, you sweat the shit
She rolls her eyes like 'The Exorcist'

Big weed and drink, rims and candy paint
Fresh shoes and clothes, keep several hoes
Y'all idolize me, I do it for the dollar

Girls slide down the pole, niggas trick for hoes
We sell tons of dope, I ain't never broke
Ain't my fault that the world revolves the dollar

It's in my blood, been real for deep
Ain't changed a bit, I claim the streets
I've left the hood but made it back
Sold cocaine, smoked and I jacked

Prophets from crack, bought cockpits and gats
Bulldogs and hogs, my life I rap
Put down in words, dope fiends in packs
My block I love and they love me back

Homeboys is feuding, got hate for none
I rise for real, I stay with guns
I sleep alone 'cuz I trust myself
Respect for all but I deals in death

That's real in depth, can't bite my tongue
I speaks my mind that's where I'm from
That's how I'm raised, I'm cut from that
That's how I'm made, can't fuck with that

Big weed and drink, rims and candy paint
Fresh shoes and clothes, keep several hoes
Y'all idolize me, I do it for the dollar

Girls slide down the pole, niggas trick for hoes
We sell tons of dope, I ain't never broke
Ain't my fault that the world revolves the dollar

Big weed and drink, rims and candy paint
Fresh shoes and clothes, keep several hoes
Y'all idolize me, I do it for the dollar

Girls slide down the pole, niggas trick for hoes
We sell tons of dope, I ain't never broke
Ain't my fault that the world revolves the dollar

Songwriters
Brad Jordan;Anthony Gilmour

Published by
STRAIGHT CASH MUSIC

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