The Dollar

I’m lookin for the dollar
I’m lookin for the dollar
I’m lookin for the dollar
What u talk about: the dollar
Kayshdada Many mouth to feed
Dondada lotta blood to bleed
Thats why gotta be the leader
And keep this shit of the meter
Whatup hey givin u the fever
With beats, f*ckin up yo liver
F*ck u if u a non believer
Who am im, just a giver
Kayshdada i dont touch the la
So what i’d rather steal a bra
Take ur gal into my casa
And make her listen to my salsa
Hey mama givin u kuduro
Angola comon shake da rabo
There’s a whole lot i gotta give yo
In monophonic or stereo
Thank god im black like, Denzel
Fly girls, they like me like im Vince
Diesel, one man festival, mizik’s a
Vegetable, and i’m a salad chef
Dont get mad i dont need yo nana
Im just here for da dolla dolla
Girls behave how u wanna wanna
Im just here for the dolla dolla
The d d d d d d d d
D d d d d d d d dollar
Mamacita, hey papi
Mamacita, hey mami
Throw your hands up