Dolla Fo Dolla
Lyrics
Yeah nigga it's whatever
Yeah, bitch it's whatever
Yeah, I am
I'll never let my niggas down
And I'll never put them choppers down
Hit your bitch when I come to town
She ain't never let a nigga down
Dripping Fucked Up
Like i just broke the faucet
Best mind ya mf business, quit watching
Flip a quick sack for a profit
She Bad, Vault throw Shop29, in her closet
Blogs put a nigga business out
Knock them down, now switch them out
I got opps I don't know about
Stand on business we don't talk about it
Watch Us fuck up the backend and double up
Redeye Wide open like somebody rushing us
Been put in work, hoe cant nobody fuck with us
Went checked the time, this here Bezel a 1of1
We do real numbers, real chefs, Benihana
I'll take a nigga under
Watch 300 these the new Yeezy's
Fore they drop... call them Dondas
Jay say I'm thunder
Pray to god for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow
It's like I missed summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be running 'round with real killers
Hush gang, ain't fronting no fuck niggas
Big stepper, we'll stop one of these little niggas
Niggas say they sliding but nobody dying though
Your net worth in the Forbes
But what was they lying for?
Go dollar for dollar
Shotta for Shotta
We can go thottie for thottie
I'm scholarship Gotti
You gave a bitch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
Got Bitches on Bitches
I'm rough and Authentic
Gang milly for milly, yall penny for penny
Team on a mission
Opps bleedin like the end of a sentence
I burn off her head, told her keep on her breaches
I linked up with Gotti, went back to the basics
On the slab straight from Memphis to Bama we racin
Perc and the tris, double cup activated
The FN plastic, blue cartridges, face em
Ain't no competition
That boy serving raw no prescription
The cleaning crew ain't doing dishes
Go check the stats, the whole team just went platinum
Can't blitz, you get benched, the whole team really active
Used to fix up dem pallets
Now I pull up, my crib like a palace
A pool in the back full of ratchets
Pop pussy down low, it still shake when she come up
Block that hoe number she beggin' for bundles
Vault of the future, don't care bout who Phil
I'm knocking all of my opps out the field
Young niggas sick, young niggas is ill
All of my niggas united
Just bought into D.C. United
I gave him the pack, he tainted
25 pints and he dranked it
Just showed her my account and she fainted
Showed him the plug and he thanked me
Aye Gotti you low, you janked me
Little bitch just post me, brainless
Rolls Royce, stainless
Made my neighborhood famous
Ridgecrest for tourist
Aye, why your jewelry blurry?
All my jewelry flawless
All my niggas stall-less
None of my niggas sanctified
But they be throwing crosses
All my Forgis offset
All my diamonds factory-set
That's my little savage, I stamp that
My bitch like the sunset
I see the same niggas, doing the same shit every day
Different nigga
Yeah I had to go and make a way
Any day, it's another million-dollar play
It's like $70 mill, now another hundred on the way
Writer(s): Brian White, David A. Marcus, Jack Richmeier, Mario Mims, Pierce Mackey, Salomon Naar Gonzalez
Copyright(s): Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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