Dolla Bill lyrics

[Intro: Scratching]
*Militant*
*Back in the booth*

[Verse 1: Malik B]
You n*ggas is traitors I gave you hard-working labour
I gave you your flavour you f*cking Bohemian haters
You n*ggas is fakers you gave me crumbs now give me cakes
The movers and fakers can f*ck around and catch the vapors
While I'm pulling capers watch how she's jumping like the Lakers
I want land with acres you f*cking [?] papers
I'm from back in the day when them n*ggas was wearing tapers
And crackers [?] they treat you like a racist
Mili-Militant yeah I'm back in the booth
.30-30 pop I hit ya ass from the roof, yeah
It's the truth I press up on ya when you stoop
Molly wop with body shots 'till your body drop (uh)
I ain't got the hammer c*cked to probably shoot
To you n*ggas we talk about we should've called a truce
Shout to all my n*ggas that be hanging on a noose
Waiting to make their sh*t bark, bang, let loose
Chill, man chill let's get at a dolla bill, they told me
Chill let's get at a dolla bill, *they*
Chill let's get at a dolla bill, they told me
Chill let's get at a dolla bill
[Outro: Scratching]
*Militant*
*Back in the booth*