Dollar b*tch lyrics

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Quelle Chris


[Intro: Maffew Ragazino]
Black Italian mob bosses
Ragazino, Marciano, Sicily

[Verse 1: Maffew Ragazino]
Illuminated wise men, Bombay sapphire gin
I'm a monster leviathan
In restaurants with the mandolins and violins
Sweet serenade, fresh squeezed lemonade
Wheat toast, Lady Marmalade, "avec voulez-vous coucher?"
Russian Roulette
Any given Tuesday, my shooters will come to spray
Orchid, pop corkin'
Fried alligator, Japanese porcelain
Divorce him, and f*ck with a real n*gga
Steal ya b*tch like Tony did Frank, n*gga
Closet lookin like Sneakavilla'
Sneakavelli' bowtie killer
Master ceremony, master builder
Protractor with the G centered, senior
Rizzuto family glow
Aura like I owned a Château in Bordeaux

[Hook: Maffew Ragazino]
Black mob bosses
Mushroom Tortellini soup awesome
Pale horses, inverted crosses
Who said gangstas ain't gorgeous?
Eye of providence, world dominance
A n*gga all about a dollar b*tch
Short patience, low tolerance
Call me when it's 'bout a dollar b*tch
[Interlude: Roc Marciano]
You know the motherf*ckin' office hours b*tch
Nine-to-five Monday through Friday, hit me

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Uh, the messages is esoteric
It's in the game that I inherit, then cherish
The weak perish, I squeeze and release pellets
Communicate with bee, speak with the ferret
Twist the vanilla, call it Bo Derek
My cologne, go smell it, rose gold necklace
Deceptive, foreign model, the car that's a foreign model
The Porsche steering wheels fondled
And left the dime mind boggled, hornswoggle
The young Lena Horne swallow
Milano like swine flu, the rhymes got swine flu
Word to mommy, got the Wallis dyed blue (Dipper)
Uh, fly triplex to Tribeca
The trifecta was blessed to acquire nectar (Sip it)
Fire extra, a wise lecture
And let the Heckler & Koch quiet the heckler (Shh)
TEC-9 necktie, for bread, lead fly
Specify, cut through your vest, let flesh cry (Uhhh)
A fresh eye, a guest spy
I've yet to leave a chest dry
Uh, Marci
[Hook: Maffew Ragazino]
Black mob bosses
Mushroom Tortellini soup awesome
Pale horses, inverted crosses
Who said gangstas ain't gorgeous?
Eye of providence, world dominance
A n*gga all about a dollar b*tch
Short patience, low tolerance
Call me when it's 'bout a dollar b*tch

[Outro]
So here I am
So here I am
So here I am
Doing my own thing
Oh baby, you've got wra-
Doing my own thing
Oh baby, you've got wra-
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