One Dollar ft. epic mac Lyrics

I'm in the back of the convertible smacking pineapple peels

I'm riding around, I see the flashing lights, we up in the hills

And if it's a competition, then I'm gon' shoot to kill

Epic Mac put his face on the one dollar bill

Ha, ha, man of the people you got move if you is in my way

All these bitches bad and bougie, I'ma take them out to Chick-Fil-a

I would take you out to dinner, but I don't think I would ever pay

I can tell you something different, you don't want to hear it, not today

Watch me dumping out my money, you can see it flushing down the drain

I don't wanna look too far away, I don't want my eyesight to strain

We gon' pull up with a chopper, watch a motherfucker go bang-bang

Got a bottle rocket, I'm gon' watch it pop, it scatter out your brain

Voodoo magic, I do voodoo magic on a voodoo doll

Take you out to dinner, we was shoppin, I was at the mall

I'ma get the paper, get the cheese, and get the bread, that's all

It's gon' only take a second, why don't you go ahead and make that call

Man of the year, fuck it, men of the month

I could pull up on a bitch and kick his head just like a punt

And I'm a big dog, boy, you is just a runt

You can tell by his Instagram that he do it as a front

When I get famous, I wanna be like Kevin Gates

I want my name to be in front of three estates

I gotta buy some land, I need some real estate

I'm pullin' up on women that I never date

I'm in the back of the convertible smacking pineapple peels

I'm riding around, I see the flashing lights, we up in the hills

And if it's a competition, then I'm gon' shoot to kill

Epic Mac put his face on the one dollar bill

Ha, ha, man of the people you got move if you is in my way

All these bitches bad and bougie, I'ma take them out to Chick-Fil-a

I would take you out to dinner, but I don't think I would ever pay

I can tell you something different, you don't want to hear it, not today

She got her face on a dime, I mean, her face is all mine

We boutta make a baby dollar ten in no time

I call it Chick-fil-A, but even on Sundays

Her legs are open and I'm workin' that thing nine to five

Got a double cup, but I ain't pourin' lean, I'm sippin' water

Even if the place on fire, I walk in and make it hotter

I walk in and make it hotter, I walk in and take your daughter

Padre tryna stop me, but I'm way too good at problem daughter

Don't need a mirror for reflection, I look at my bills

Total perfection in my head, man, I don't need no pills

UAV flyin' over my head, I got too many kills

UAV flyin' over my head, I got too many kills

They gon' put my face on the one-dollar bill

They gon' put my face on the one-dollar bill