$$ (Dollars)

[Verse 1: DMAC]
I've got 12 in them for this pop
Shortest got all the ads
And them 12s in the back got all the blasts

[Hook: LL WAR]
My niggas with me, my pitch is down
My cup is up, my weed is loud
We don't cuff pussy, just hand him down
We don't chase tail, we chase dollar signs
Crystal ball, I see dollar signs
2020, I see dollar signs
2050, it should be in the book for them dollar signs

[Hook: LL WAR]
My niggas with me, my pitch is down
My cup is up, my weed is loud
We don't cuff pussy, just hand him down
We don't chase tail, we chase dollar signs
Crystal ball, I see dollar signs
2020, I see dollar signs
2050, it should be in the book for them dollar signs

[Verse 2: LL WAR]
Trippy niggas get crossfaded
I smoke good, get elevated
Yo, bitch bad, so I escalate the conversation to another level
Top bunk, talking ecstasy
Papa Molly, come fuck with me
My game tight and my sights right
Night vision, see in the dark
Won't be a mark, but I'll be a dart
Bullseye, I got the flame, so pass the torch
LeBron James, Ray Allen
Game six, OT
My nuts big and her jaws wide and that pussy fat
Back it up and she will, cause I'm a real nigga and she dig that

[Hook: LL WAR]
My niggas with me, my pitch is down
My cup is up, my weed is loud
We don't cuff pussy, just hand him down
We don't chase tail, we chase dollar signs
Crystal ball, I see dollar signs
2020, I see dollar signs
2050, it should be in the book for them dollar signs

[Hook: ??]
My niggas with me, my pitch is down
My cup is up, my weed is loud
We don't cuff pussy, just hand him down
We don't chase tail, we chase dollar signs
Crystal ball, I see dollar signs
2020, I see dollar signs
2050, it should be in the book for them dollar signs

[Verse 3: Ruben Slikk]
Talk a big money shit on my phone
My gold teeth covered in saliva
I ain't trippin' on her, but I'm inside her
Pussy niggas cuffin' on these bitches, tryna hide them
It's funny how your L7 ass tryna guide her
When I got her open, squirtin' on me like a geyser
Playin' no favor, but she's such a good liar
Pussy lips grippin' on her meat like pliers
Posh Gang niggas really get it
Just admit it when I finish what I'm spittin'
You're acquitted of the trickin'
All my drugs white like the shit from a chicken
I'm gettin' in the greedy bitch guts like Jesus
Them game chucks like I'm judged by the scripture
Fuckin' with my money, it's a must that I get ya
I'ma catch your body off of dust and the liquor
Say a prayer with adrenaline and fuck a million bitches
I'm hella superstitious
Magic in my blood, lot of sands in the dark
Can't you believe I'm spirit?
Fifty slabs all up in my sock
You are not with the guap
Fuck nigga, I ain't even tryna hear it
Your body's disappearin'
You shoulda put in work for the H-lord instead of bein' hella incoherent
And then I let him hear it
Boom, he is doomed. Then I slide
God cries as the devil starts cheerin'
If I late, you get flipped
Yeah, I'm on this pimp shit
G-shit
G-shit
Don't get your teeth hit with the chrome
Lay it down
Pop a trigger in your home
Pop your mammy
Pop your pappy
On the post like I'm on T
Never gave no goddamn
Ain't through like snow in the blood
Like, what the fuck?
Like, yeah, yeah
I'm the nigga who'll shoot you up
I'm the nigga that busted up all in your slut and got the guap
I'm the nigga who spent it all on fuckin' weed and cocaine rock