Dollar Signs

Tell you a little something bout a nigga like me

Marijuana residue, on my white tee

Bankroll in my pocket and the bitch all blue

I'm just keeping the shit 1 hunna

Free C Murder, me the truth

Truth nigga til I'm dead

If I die bury me beside my .44

And smoke a whole pound

But again I'ma keep on serving

Stunting on these bitches, swerving

If something dead go real fast

Drop top and [?

My rich bitch foreign

Smoking weed and dranking syrup

At 8 o clock in the morning

My trap spot loud open

Nigga in 9 o clock in the morning

1 pm pat came from dirt for real out in California

I got customers out my door

Counting money, talking on the phone

Yo bitch on my other line

But she ain't talking dollar signs

Yo bitch on my other line

But she ain't talking dollar signs

She send me text lets go for lunch

I text her back I ain't got time

Dollar signs, dollar signs

Yo bitch on my other line, I ain't lying

She just called my phone said she got dick all on her mind

I said bitch when you get drunk you say that all the time

That's yo favorite line

But I ain't got time

She ready to get the pussy up and blame it on the alcohol

Swear she getting money but that bitch be still in at the mall

Any given time she ready to come out of them draws

She love giving head but she ain't got no walls

Got money stashed in the ceiling in the floor and in the walls

Out in L.A balling like I'm Chris Paul

Your {?} going through withdrawal