Cali-Ber Tha Grime, Monty999 - Red Dollars Lyrics

I see you’ve had a hard time trusting
Demons tryna close your eyes, keep running
Triple six money
Yeah you know I fuck with that uh
All you niggas ain’t funny
You should try to get the bag
Why you always chasing, tryna hate on a young nigga wave
Let that pussy ass nigga catch a fade
Only young niggas flexing on this wave
She sold her soul for some money
And then she went and lost it all
I’ve been living life trying to forget it all
Numb my pain stacking up Adderall
But I still feel the same though
Just without the pain hoe
Life stops but it don’t mean we gon change though
I don’t know what dreams mean
All my dreams failed by the age of thirteen
You think that I’m winning, they gon move on to the next thing
And that means
I’m worth nothing
I see you’ve had a hard time trusting
Demons tryna close your eyes, keep running
Triple six money
Yeah you know I fuck with that uh
All you niggas ain’t funny
You should try to get the bag
Why you always chasing, tryna hate on a young nigga wave
Let that pussy ass nigga catch a fade
Only young niggas flexing on this wave
She sold her soul for some money
And then she went and lost it all
Grime
Hold wait a minute
What’s up
This life short or quick or something niggas be trippin
I got no regrets
I still got life
Red money new shit talk bout price
All that time we was looking at money and looking at niggas who got all the money
Got all the power and all that shit
Going in circles for all that shit
Big brains, peak of the day
Son of the dead like that shit be impressive
All black interest pushing it up
Get me another one
I wanna get me another one
I wanna hit me a jackpot
For the most part that’s a close call
For the best part I be damn rich
But I’m so scared
And it’s not new
For the whole time it was all news
Well it’s still a lie but it’s not true
Damn
We are not one in the same
Just cover your face in shame but
I don’t do any of that all of these niggas be hitting me back
Hm
I don’t want any of that most of the money ain’t takin it back
Red dollars in this bitch
About to take they damn soul bruh
Who these niggas
They in love with the money and they be crazy for that shit
They gone put your ass to sleep if you don’t give em all your shit
It’s a sad life Slaves to material and shit
It’s a hard time and we still be living in this bitch
I see you’ve had a hard time trusting
Demons tryna close your eyes, keep running
Triple six money
Yeah you know I fuck with that uh
All you niggas ain’t funny
You should try to get the bag
Why you always chasing, tryna hate on a young nigga wave
Let that pussy ass nigga catch a fade
Only young niggas flexing on this wave
She sold her soul for some money
And then she went and lost it all

I see you’ve had a hard time trusting
Demons tryna close your eyes, keep running
Triple six money
Yeah you know I fuck with that uh
All you niggas ain’t funny
You should try to get the bag
Why you always chasing, tryna hate on a young nigga wave
Let that pussy ass nigga catch a fade
Only young niggas flexing on this wave
She sold her soul for some money
And then she went and lost it all
I’ve been living life trying to forget it all
Numb my pain stacking up Adderall
But I still feel the same though
Just without the pain hoe
Life stops but it don’t mean we gon change though
I don’t know what dreams mean
All my dreams failed by the age of thirteen
You think that I’m winning, they gon move on to the next thing
And that means
I’m worth nothing
I see you’ve had a hard time trusting
Demons tryna close your eyes, keep running
Triple six money
Yeah you know I fuck with that uh
All you niggas ain’t funny
You should try to get the bag
Why you always chasing, tryna hate on a young nigga wave
Let that pussy ass nigga catch a fade
Only young niggas flexing on this wave
She sold her soul for some money
And then she went and lost it all
Grime
Hold wait a minute
What’s up
This life short or quick or something niggas be trippin
I got no regrets
I still got life
Red money new shit talk bout price
All that time we was looking at money and looking at niggas who got all the money
Got all the power and all that shit
Going in circles for all that shit
Big brains, peak of the day
Son of the dead like that shit be impressive
All black interest pushing it up
Get me another one
I wanna get me another one
I wanna hit me a jackpot
For the most part that’s a close call
For the best part I be damn rich
But I’m so scared
And it’s not new
For the whole time it was all news
Well it’s still a lie but it’s not true
Damn
We are not one in the same
Just cover your face in shame but
I don’t do any of that all of these niggas be hitting me back
Hm
I don’t want any of that most of the money ain’t takin it back
Red dollars in this bitch
About to take they damn soul bruh
Who these niggas
They in love with the money and they be crazy for that shit
They gone put your ass to sleep if you don’t give em all your shit
It’s a sad life Slaves to material and shit
It’s a hard time and we still be living in this bitch
I see you’ve had a hard time trusting
Demons tryna close your eyes, keep running
Triple six money
Yeah you know I fuck with that uh
All you niggas ain’t funny
You should try to get the bag
Why you always chasing, tryna hate on a young nigga wave
Let that pussy ass nigga catch a fade
Only young niggas flexing on this wave
She sold her soul for some money
And then she went and lost it all