
Dolla Signs Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah All these blocks gon' hit
And these pounds gon' smoke Gettin' this money quick
Take a quick look, this ain't no joke I couldn't afford it, now I stack it up
Runnin' round, acting like I'm broke For the record, this shit just rap
But when I pull up, I'm really like that All alone, I'm like, who comin' with me
This some lean, I ain't sippin' no Remy They got guns, but them niggas is scary
To this paper, I'm happily married What you say, I can't hear what you sayin
That's a fact, cause these niggas is suckas And these hoes, just let them fumble
What's the rule, homie? We do not love em' I'ma tell you like this, my son need shoes
And my partners is hungry oh you need that, for some of this
Best believe that I'm comin' I'm in this shit with nothing else to lose
The way that I do is impeccable Shots for you and everyone next to you
Put the money in bags, we gon' round it up You can talk all you want, homie, that's what's up
At the end of the day, I'm just gettin' mine I'm important, they callin' on each line
Dollar sign , and they gettin' a respond Dollar signs', and they gettin' a respond
I'm important, they callin' on each line
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Everybody stand up when I come through
Now a days ain't no tellin' what I'm up to Lil' safe, all twenties, not enough room
Tell a bad bitch, nah, I can't fuck you Yeah, tell a broke boy, nah, I can't front you
Yeah, yeah, yeah Everybody stand up when I come through
Now a days ain't no tellin' what I'm up to Lil' safe, all twenties, not enough room
Tell a bad bitch, nah, I can't fuck you Yeah, tell a broke boy, nah, I can't front you
Yeah, yeah