Dollas N Dollas Lyrics

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I didn't come for the drama

I came for the commas and commas

And commas and commas and commas

Go cry to your mama, I bomb like Osama

Ride it Yokohama

I came for the dollars and dollars and dollars and dollars

An dollars and dollars and dollars and dollars

Foot on your neck like a collar

Knew I would've been a baller

Money chase, stack it taller

Smart, could've been a scholar

Imma just say that I'm better than everyone

Me on a track versus anyone

I'ma just say that I'm better than everyone

Me on a track versus anyone

You don't match, it's a mismatch

You can fuck around and get your shit snatched

I'ma pull up on him in an all black whip that

In fact, carry five bitches, no chit chat

Got a 40 on me, better get back if you wanna keep your head intact

If I want it, then you know I got it

You calling my number, then I gotta block it

Don't got what I want, then I tell him restock it

Don't look at the prices, I'm copping

Don't look at the price when I'm shopping

New whip, I been getting some top in

Gotta clique, that's for life that you not in

I be cutting out bitches like cropping

I be dropping these bitches like stocking

You hearing this shit, never flopping