Dollar Bamboos

Intro:
Dollar bamboos with the clear polish
Fake gold but I’m real stylish
Hoe I been fly got sky mileage
Up next got five on it
How the skies the limit when there’s a whole fucking universe
I’m a cynic don't cum still come in first
Killing shit keep gauze all up in the purse
Got to keep them on their toes
Cuz i beats the block
Then I keys the car
Couple love crimes on me
Imma beat the charges
Put it in the slot like I need deposits
You get up in these walls
Better redesign it
Baby be surprising
Got beef they can have it
Like the repo got it
Made it to the Valley but I reach the projects
Who they fucking with

Chorus:
I took them gun sounds
And made them drum sounds
And now they running round
And now they
(who you fuckin with that's better than I)
I took them gun sounds
And made them drum sounds
And now they running round
And now they
(who you fuckin with that's better than I)

Verse 1:
Took a negative and turned it to some kind of shit
That make you run up in the closet get it ca-ca-cracking
Nigga everything I do is for the greater cause of ratchetness
I pray you get some pussy but ugh not this time
They all want to beat
They want that combat
So high you might catch that contact
They want to build but where’s that contract
Everything they do I done that

I double my price now run that
These haikus heightened the rules I’m past that
I’m NASDAQ with the cash stacks
Leave you ass backwards if you feel like you passing me

Chorus:
I took them gun sounds
And made them drum sounds
And now they running round
And now they
(who you fuckin with that's better than I)
I took them gun sounds
And made them drum sounds
And now they running round
And now they
(who you fuckin with that's better than I)
(who you fuckin with that's better than I)
(who you fuckin with that's better than I)