Dollar Signs lyrics

[Verse 1]
Tell you a little something bout a n*gga like me
Marijuana residue, on my white tee
Bankroll in my pocket and the b*tch all blue
I'm just keeping the sh*t 1 hunna
Free C Murder, me the truth
Truth n*gga 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 b*tches, swerving
If something dead go real fast
Drop top and [?]
My rich b*tch foreign
Smoking weed and dranking syrup
At 8 o clock in the morning
My trap spot loud open
n*gga in 9 o clock in the morning
1 pm pat came from dirt for real out in California

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I got customers out my door
Counting money, talking on the phone
Yo b*tch on my other line
But she ain't talking dollar signs
Yo b*tch 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
[Verse 2]
Dollar signs, dollar signs
Yo b*tch on my other line, I ain't lying
She just called my phone said she got di*k all on her mind
I said b*tch 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 pus*y up and blame it on the alcohol
Swear she getting money but that b*tch 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

[Hook]