Bout A Dollar

[Verse 1: Pop Dollarz]

I got my mind on the paper
Fuck a million dollars, I need a billion of em
Don't compare my shit to they shit
My heart is a glacier I'm hot as Sicilian ovens
This that shit that they wanna hear
This that shit that they gonna fear
I was so unaware, of how much of these hoes gon’ want drop they underwear
I was gone for the summer yeah
I let you niggas shine, like some guests in my house I let u niggas eat
I watched you niggas creep
Like you was scared of something might of just been defeat
I'm a firm believer in my destiny
I could care less about where your weapon be
Just make sure you know where the heavens be
And that's to anyone who testing me
Lord, blessing me more
That's cause I just mind my business and speak when I'm spoken to
You don't have faith ain't no hope for you
You can't relate ain't no doe for you
You don't got cake ain't no hoes for you
I got plenty of em'
Each one of my hoes got so many cousins
I'm the family husband
Hit then I'm dipping
I really love em’ yeah

[Hook: Pop Dollarz]

Sitting high in the whip like it's Texas can't hold em, yeah
Did what I said I couldn't, I done proved it and showed em, yeah
Don't need no ice on my neck girl my heart it been frozen, yeah
Pull up to yo block on go bet the bitches gon’ know him, yeah
Cuz I'm bout a dollar, hustle gain post, yeah
I'm bout a dollar, got on clean clothes, yeah
I'm bout a dollar, with my main hoe, yeah
And she about a dollar, so I ain't paying no
I ain't paying no, I be laying low, yeah
I'm bout a dollar, hustle gain post

[Verse 2: Pop Dollarz]

She gotta have some persuasion
When her eyes look at mine they be gazing
Money talk I can't hear nothing you saying
These are the last days so just make sure you praying
I don't need no guidance, I only need silence
My city don't sleep cuz of gunshots and sirens
It never get tiring, megabussing with Byron
Talking bout everything that's inspiring us to get money
M3RE gang we hiring Pop Dollarz the pilot
Pulling up to yo island, dressed in all black with my pirates
I been doing this so long I feel like I mastered it
Kill you then off your family at your gathering
Then blend in with the pedestrians scattering
I am so crazy but I am not lazy
Need more money than Jay z
All these hoes praise me
All these cops they be snakey
I just hope they don't taze me
On the phone with a hoe who telling me lately
She in love with me but I don't want no babies
I just wanna hustle like rich in the 80’s
Told Sosa I'm good he say mira [means look in Spanish] just take it, woooh

[Hook: Pop Dollarz]

Sitting high in the whip like it's Texas can't hold em, yeah
Did what I said I couldn't, I done proved it and showed em, yeah
Don't need no ice on my neck girl my heart it been frozen, yeah
Pull up to yo block on go bet the bitches gon’ know him, yeah
Cuz I'm bout a dollar, hustle gain post, yeah
I'm bout a dollar, got on clean clothes, yeah
I'm bout a dollar, with my main hoe, yeah
And she about a dollar, so I ain't paying no
I ain't paying no, I be laying low, yeah
I'm bout a dollar, hustle gain post