Trying to Get a Dollar lyrics

[Verse 1]
I could turn a 9 to a half to a whole thang
Funky smell out them parts like chitterlings
Baking soda make that sh*t swell like dang-a-lang
You could get f*cked in these streets, no jang-a-lang
n*ggas kill a snitch over pus*y, that's a petty thing
Getting it from the feds like canary, and you sang-a-lang
I don't get in n*ggas mixes, n*ggas bullsh*t
I talk money, crept flow dollar, with no pool pit
Money train gang got proof, looking for the jackpot
Left the bag get away, n*gga that's a mouth shot
Sour homie lemonhead, take the cheese outta pocket
9 milli lemon squeeze shooting like a rocket

[Hook x2]
I'm just another n*gga tryna make a dollar
Ain't turning nothing down, not even my collar
Brain from your baby mama, make that b*tch swall-er
Fire up the gas, hit the gas and [?]

[Verse 2]
Slanging guns, slanging TV's, that was me
Hustling dro, slanging purp n*gga that was me
Wrap the dumbies like mummies, n*gga that was me
Balloons full a pills in a mules tummy, that was me
Penitentiary a n*gga made plenty gwuap
Cuz sh*t don't stop
Cuz a pimp got popped
f*ck n*ggas getting mad cuz we blowing loud
Heads in the cloud, money pow, to the clouds
Flipping money like a pancake, off the syrup
Choppas when we bring terror
Bread like Panera
And when I pull that b*tch out, hands in the air-er
Don't waste a bullet, headshots, we ain't tryna scare ya
[Hook x2]