Dollar & Change ft. Damien B. Lyrics

Just throw it in the bag, need my money right now, I don't want the lag

Need my money fast, talking fast

Talking race that shit, don't crash

Talking face this shit, let it, let it hit you in the soul til' you spaz

Let it pop pop, in your back

I was doing bad, that was in the past

The strong push on and the weak don't last

But I pray for you, got a dollar and some change for you

I block way too many hoes, don't let them call me

I'm on top of this thing and it's all deep

My money clean, I can't spend that shit sloppy

Plus I'm way too grown to be sorry

I'm in Ferrari's, pinky ring Audi's

Bust down both wrists, still late to the party

I was selling drugs in the burbs like

Doing things you never even heard like

I was in a Porsche Panamera, I was selling weed at Panera

I was off acid and shrooms

I pulled it out flacid, she said that shit was huge

Feeling like Schoolboy Q, way way too much groove

Way too many moves, I'm a top dog for real

I be licking on that cat 'til she squeal

My gross and my net worth ill, make you want to go and say, "Ew"

And my heart on chill, neck and my wrist on chill

I'm so trill, had a milly before I even had a deal

Going for a billy and I won't stop

On my hip that's an uzi and an old glock, and I don't miss shots

Just throw it in the bag, need my money right now, I don't want the lag

Need my money fast, talking fast

Talking race that shit, don't crash

Talking face this shit, let it, let it hit you in the soul til' you spaz

Let it pop pop, in your back

I was doing bad, that was in the past

The strong push on and the weak don't last

But I pray for you, got a dollar and some change for you

Just throw it in the bag, need my money right now, I don't want the lag

Need my money fast, talking fast

Just trying to get that feeling back

Ain't nobody fucking with me when I'm feeling that

Ever since I can remember I was filling bags

If it ain't about the money I don't feel intact

Reel it back, spilling facts, ain't no doubt about it I'm the real in rap

And I don't even listen to it, I just smoke and heal it back

I just make the beats and get to zoning when I'm feeling bad

Ain't no need for capping I just play the shit and peel it back

This rapping shit is easy, I don't watch TV

I just peeped the Laker score, I got it on streaming

Officially an OG, I feel like Mr. Feeny

Giving game OD without it sounding cheesy

Back when all the crazy chicks would threaten me for leaving

Back when I would hit up Target for the Drake CD

Back when girls ain't training waist and let it hang freely

Now they save up all they checks for the fake DD's

I just need a little more

What it's hitting for? I just work and hit ignore

Trying to do more than just sit and pour

After long shifts, always end up at the liquor store

Then it's right back to the vision board

I can see it in her face that she getting bored

I just wish she saw the vision more

Instead of thinking all I do is look at screens and sit indoors

Just throw it in the bag, need my money right now, I don't want the lag

Need my money fast, talking fast

Talking race that shit, don't crash

Talking face this shit, let it, let it hit you in the soul til' you spaz

Let it pop pop, in your back

I was doing bad, that was in the past

The strong push on and the weak don't last