Songwriters: Freese, Louis; Reyes, Senen; Muggerud, Larry
Yo, I got this plan to make some money. I want you to keep this shit to yourself.
At 6:15 am the truck pulls out the post office, on Lankershin and Wilsher.
Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento,
Which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings.
I did whatever I could to get by
Slang dope jack people hands in the sky
When you livin’ on the edge yeah homie it’s a high
You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die
Livin’ in a hard world some are livin’ lies
Son you better wise up and open up your eyes
Shit it never easy homie people will connive
Better have a hustle if you mean to survive
Why you’re so greedy can you tell us all why
Look homie believe me you’re fuckin’ metal ply
For the dollar everybody is a target that’s real
Talkin’ is smog you’re fate’s signed and sealed
You could be the next one cross ‘em in the path
What maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath
All the money that we stole too weak to take greed
Give it to an honest man the money is still deep
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all
Fiend for the lean green
Never get enough is a mother fuckin’ gangs dream
For the love of the cash flow
You could live fast and you could die slow
Sure but you can bet your ass you believe it
‘Cause niggas that you know try hard to be schemin’
Work hard as fuck for everything to rock
You a dead mother fucker ‘fore I get got
Fools got game floss and drop names
My move’s faster than a runaway train
Fuck the world don’t ask me for shit
That's you on your knees and you want some dick
Spot a gold digger with a hairline trigger
Each move you make the reputation get bigger
For the love of the money, pussy, drugs
Fools change get all twisted up
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all
Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled
‘Cause you were talkin’ for jacks and that’s real
Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal
Homie for the dollar you can get yourself killed
He decided to jet it could happen with no discussions
Straps of all pain fools fuckin’ eruptin’
For the green little papers jackin’ your neighbors
But what if your neighbor put arms in his favor
Moved up the heater to mash you punk bitches
Don’t wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches
Nothin’ in life’s for free my nigga learn that
You burn someone they might just burn back
Scorchin’ niggas to the third degree
Auh y’all triggers deserve to be
Put out of your misery your history son
When your body disappears then the mystery come
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar bill y’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all
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