DOLLA$ ft. Zbabyyy Lyrics

I want them dollars

School these bitches, I'm the bad bitch scholar

I'm from St. Louis, so you know I'm speak proper

Like Hitman, yeah, that nigga wanna holla

You can't talk to me, nigga, if you ain't got no commas

Bad bitch from the Midwest

I'm makin' money now, yeah, I'm big blessed

When they see me doin' good, they be in distress

They wanna see me fall, these hoes big pressed

Scoring points, I'm a referee

Put my money where my mouth is, ain't no stoppin' me

Boss bitch contest, I'm a nominee

Can't hang with no bitch, it's always spilling tea

Like, shut the fuck up hoe!

You hoes goofy, y'all some clowns

I'm already up, yeah, they wanna pull me down

See me on TV, your smile turn to a frown

Bitch, I'm your queen, bitch, give me my crown

I want them dollars

If he got pesos, I might call him Papa

Cause you can't speak to me if you ain't got no guala

Fuck with boss bitches, the real shot callas

I want them dollars

If he got pesos, I might call him Papa

Cause you can't speak to me if you ain't got no guala

Fuck with boss bitches, the real shot callas

Run up, run up, run up on me

Let me tell you, bitch, you gettin' fucked up

Learn to shut your mouth and keep your quiet, shut the fuck up

Saw you turn your head, I popped my neck, but this ain't Brukup

Higher than a house, that's worth the Rustle, nigga, from up

Bitch, it's JAAÈ, ain't no Z, I got baby with me

It ain't a bitch, doing better, so stop playing with me

Somebody lied lil bitch, I'm perfect like I'm playing "For Keeps"

They serve me up a silver platter like I'm playing the keys

Nigga, catch up, you too slow, can't see you, you suck

Niggas trash, though, pussy whipped, I won, man, you done

Better to forfeit, so go for it, yes, go give it up

Ain't no shade, though, I schooled you, I'm big dad, you son

Where them dollars at? Said that you ain't got it, then I'm falling back

Can't fuck with a broke body, so I gotta send you back

I just seen a hundred bottles coming from the front

Just look at the face, it's serving body, giving cunt, nigga

I need the green, where them dollars at, nigga?

Let me double check the bag, is it money or a nigga?

Chopping down, spend some money on a verse

You know that Z, my lil' ah!

She hold the Glock in the purse!

I want them dollars

If he got pesos, I might call him Papa

Cause you can't speak to me if you ain't got no guala

Fuck with boss bitches, the real shot callas

I want them dollars

If he got pesos, I might call him Papa

Cause you can't speak to me if you ain't got no guala

Fuck with boss bitches, the real shot callas

Hoes can't feel me, even if it was massage

Trying to make this song with the queen (Nicki?) Minaj

Send 'em attachments, that bitch montage

Walk in the building with my boss entourage

Center of attention like a sun, I'm a star

Out of this world, I'm that bitch like Mars

Bitch say I'm weird, yeah, I say I'm bizarre

Stay on bitches mind like a long-term star

I'm the present cause I'm gifted

Need a strong hitter like a way, I'm trying to get lifted

Leaping like a frog, bitch, call that bitch ribbit

Stay in first place wearing my blue ribbon