The Dolla Lyrics

Yea

Yo (Booda On the beat)

Let the dolla circulate

All my niggas doing great

You really smoking Pluto

Give me 80 for a eighty

Got 36 months

They shipped me up state

Now I'm back to popping bottles

And walking in late

You think I give a fuck about a felony

Move pounds though the city

Like the choir sing a melody

And I ain't saving hoes

I just let them be

Make them kiss the pinky ring

Like a pimp from the 70s

Gotta a new bitch she be Lebanese

And she only coming home

With a couple g's

Baby got a fat ass and some double Ds

Nigga say his flow

Better I'm like nigga please

Talking gone get your shit push back

This 5.7 split you in half like a KitKat

All of my old bitches

Want them some get back

Coping 1942 by the six pack

Pull up in something

Make them be like whats that

You say you know that nigga

I don't trust that

All of my niggas strap

And we gone bust back

I might go cop me a

Demon or Maybach

Thank God I don't got no enemies

Give a fuck if you like me

You know I'm a star

Don't waste my time or my energy

If its really a problem

We'll shoot you in your car

Fuck when nigga came back

No Covid contact

This niggas they know they in trouble

Fresh then mug

When I walk in the club

Got a whole lot of hugs

Then they pour me a double

Stop at the store

Let me get me some rubbers

You know I'm smash I don't cuddle

And when they touchdown

Bring the team to a huddle

You know through these streets

I'm gone flood'em

Let the dolla circulate

Let the dolla circulate

Late late late late

Let the dolla circulate

Let the dolla circulate

Late late late late

2012 We was tracking numbers

Had like 30 p's in a blue Honda

I spending money all summer

Two hundred thousand

Off of marijuana

Don't do yum yum at Benihana

Blue strips stacked in baby bundles

You can't see me nigga Stevie wonder

I'm in different rentals

Just to keep'em wondering

But let me set this shit straight

Seen whole hundred thousand

For I ever drop a mixtape

And I ain't never

Walked for a cheesecake

Came to the plug with a briefcase

Shut this bitch down on release dates

Gun to the head for a cheapskate

She wanna fuck on a cheap date

They gonna hate me

They can't relate me

Four and a split take

You to the bakery

Ayeee

Cuz send the pack

When I first touchdown

I'll be drinking on patron

Before I ever drink Crown

If they get out line they hear the

Burrrr sound

Now empty out your pockets

Get your ass on the ground

My little nigga told me that

He aim for his neck

And squeeze on the trigger

It will hit him in his head

I told him if he give me 20 thousand

I can get them to his crib

He can go and make a

Whole lot of bread

Bitch you bet not get to comfortable

You left a steak for a lunchable

I don't know what's going

On with you

I can't even smoke a blunt with

I rather not even fuck with you

Fuck with you

Talking gone get your shit push back

This 5.7 split you in half like a KitKat

All of my old bitches

Want them some get back

Coping 1942 by the 6 pack

Pull up in something

Make them be like whats that

You say you know that nigga

I don't trust that

All of my niggas strap

And we gone bust back

I might go cop me a

Demon or Maybach

Thank God I don't got no enemies

Give a fuck if you like me

You know I'm a star

Don't waste my time or my energy

If its really a problem

We'll shoot you in your car

Fuck when nigga came back

No Covid contact

This rappers they know

They in trouble

Fresh then mug

When I walk in the club

Got a whole lot of hugs

Then they pour me a double

Stop at the store

Let me get me some rubbers

You know I'm smash I don't cuddle

And when they touchdown

Bring the team to a huddle

You know through these streets

We gone flood'em

Let the dolla circulate

Let the dolla circulate

Late late late late

Let the dolla circulate

Let the dolla circulate

Late late late late