WRINKLE DOLLAR BILLS ft. Zaleb Brown Lyrics

Yeah

I remember growing up man my mom use to always tell me

You not gone never make it in this rap shit

If you ain't rapping about God

And you know I don't think she meant any harm

I just I felt like she ain't really understand you know the path that I already chosen

Know what I mean

We here now nigga JDAGR8

Fuck a stop sign or a stop light Ima get it,

You can't tell me shit bout what you been threw cause I'm different

Mama told me boy you'll never make it see I hear but I ain't listen

Now I look up on that wall my plaques is Glistening

I turned lemons to lemonade

Noodles to pasta

Back then it was ramens now it's noodles with Lobsters

CLS to Vette rolls Royce from impala

God send me a sign and he sent me some Dollars

I said remove all my enemies and he moved Some my brothers

I say protect me danger he removed me from Others

I say make a path for me and he put me on the road to success

Without a doubt hands down I can say that I'm blessed

Asked God for a turn then some niggas turned on me

Playin' with my money so I went big worm on nem

Asked God for a turn then some niggas turned on me

Playin' with my money so I went big worm on nem Let's Go

I need it all

Even wrinkled dollar bills

Even wrinkled dollar bills yeah

I need it all

Even wrinkled dollar bills

Even wrinkled dollar bills yeah

I gave some niggas my last

If I go broke They probably look at me at me an laugh

It be the strangest niggas changing when you Get yo bread

Then they talk down on you dirty like yall sharing Beds

And they say money bring problems it more so All the problems they bring when you got Money Niggas thinking That mean

That yo money is theirs when they ain't slept a Floor which you

Kicked out went broke and got hit by the door With you

Damn

Naw they wanna soar with you

When Pj died I felt I needed more tissues

Like god why you sending more issue

Shit sometimes I wanna soar With you

If I ever give up then my seeds they'll never have A dad

See I don't made through the storm ain't no Sense in dying

My negus dead gone live through me ain't no Sense in crying

I hit rock bottom once or twice ain't no sense in Lying

Told myself a couple times ain't no sense in Trying

But shit

God made me bout as tough as iron

An any nigga dat want smoke he gone get Reclined

I need it all

Even wrinkled dollar bills

Even wrinkled dollar bills yeah

I need it all

Even wrinkled dollar bills

Even wrinkled dollar bills yeah

For the money

It depends if you get change but if you want to get rich in this world you have to think of Something that Everybody wants and then sell it to them

And then they give you money that's how you get rich

Also that's how you got rich

Yeah you got a find something to sell people it doesn't matter what it is as long as people Want to buy it from you You're going to get rich

Cool yeah it's real simple it's not hard to get rich

See how Chick-fil-A got all these customers that's why they getting rich every day

Because what they selling

Chick-fil-A

That's right it's in a Chick-fil-A

So you got a find something to say to people got a lot of time to think about it you find something to sell to people Then you go get super rich

Then you can buy like 20 cars

Hey dad yeah how about I can sell something to the whole city

Yeah and that's how you get rich

How about I can call Superman and bring him to New York because I ask him for that but I'm not leaving without My money when I leave that city

Because I need money Yep you need money to survive in this world