Dash
I aint bussing a sweat
For nothing but a check
Only time I do the Dash is for the paper
I aint worried bout a hater
Tell these hoes see you later
I gotta get back to this paper
I aint wating on no favors
Only time I do the Dash is for the paper
I aint thinking bout a hater
Tell these hoes see you later
I gotta get back to this paper
I aint wating on no favors
I just blew a bag On a bag
Gotta stash all this cash
Shit came with a belt
But imma show my ass
Haters they gone Hate
I sit back and laugh
Pinky in the air
As I sip from my glass
Bitch I got class
The phoenix that rose from the ash
I keep it G
Niggas aint worth half
Shit don't add up
They Lacking at math
Aint no need to brag
But I just hopped up out the Jag
Dealing got me riding Dealer tags
I know why you hating
YOu wanna see me Doing bad
I swear mand this shit be so sad
If it aint bout cash
I aint tryna hear it
I got niggas on the ave
Running interference
So fly I think I need clearance
Pop up get that bag
pull a disappearance
Only time I do the Dash is for the paper
I aint worried bout a hater
Tell these hoes see you later
I gotta get back to this paper
I aint wating on no favors
Only time I do the Dash is for the paper
I aint thinking bout a hater
Tell these hoes see you later
I gotta get back to this paper
I aint wating on no favors
On the road to riches
See most of these niggas bitches
They gangster aint sufficient
Only act tough through they mentions
I was raised in the gutter
Bad News be the city
Where dudes half of thirty
Walking with hslf of Sixty
Dig me
You don't hit hard
Something like pop warner
Have you ever been locked
With a swole and no hot water
Tryna raise ya daughter
In a world that seems prominent
But the media portrays HOES
As the Dominant
Get a pack you diming it
That's the way that you find the rent
Search but cant find the shit
Mask off they timing shit
My spine was bent
In the belly of the beast
Pops sold it moms shot it
It coincides with the streets
Capisce
So I live life I cant wait
Yelling 757 like it three minutes till eight
So I live life I cant wait
Yelling 757 like it three minutes till eight
Only time I do the Dash is for the paper
I aint worried bout a hater
Tell these hoes see you later
I gotta get back to this paper
I aint wating on no favors
Only time I do the Dash is for the paper
I aint thinking bout a hater
Tell these hoes see you later
I gotta get back to this paper
I aint wating on no favors
Look
Haters throwing salt
Making sub tweets
Im laughing at they ass
From a window seat
Omw to MIA
For another week
Its only right I treat myself
YOU know I Love me
Lifes fine
But I remember the Ugly
Niggas threw dirt on my name
Bitches drug me
Couldn't understand my struggle
Shit used to bugg me
Since 2k been dying to ball
Lifes tryna dub me
Shit im tryna make it out
That's all I think about
Your girl too
She know im the ticket so she drink me down
Gods plan I understand
This was meant for me
Die before I be denied
You in my way no sympathy
Yeah remember me
Same nigga
I aint change
Hit the gas on these niggas then I switch lanes
If it aint bout a check then don't check for me
Money Power Respect
That's the recipe
For nothing but a check
Only time I do the Dash is for the paper
I aint worried bout a hater
Tell these hoes see you later
I gotta get back to this paper
I aint wating on no favors
Only time I do the Dash is for the paper
I aint thinking bout a hater
Tell these hoes see you later
I gotta get back to this paper
I aint wating on no favors
I just blew a bag On a bag
Gotta stash all this cash
Shit came with a belt
But imma show my ass
Haters they gone Hate
I sit back and laugh
Pinky in the air
As I sip from my glass
Bitch I got class
The phoenix that rose from the ash
I keep it G
Niggas aint worth half
Shit don't add up
They Lacking at math
Aint no need to brag
But I just hopped up out the Jag
Dealing got me riding Dealer tags
I know why you hating
YOu wanna see me Doing bad
I swear mand this shit be so sad
If it aint bout cash
I aint tryna hear it
I got niggas on the ave
Running interference
So fly I think I need clearance
Pop up get that bag
pull a disappearance
Only time I do the Dash is for the paper
I aint worried bout a hater
Tell these hoes see you later
I gotta get back to this paper
I aint wating on no favors
Only time I do the Dash is for the paper
I aint thinking bout a hater
Tell these hoes see you later
I gotta get back to this paper
I aint wating on no favors
On the road to riches
See most of these niggas bitches
They gangster aint sufficient
Only act tough through they mentions
I was raised in the gutter
Bad News be the city
Where dudes half of thirty
Walking with hslf of Sixty
Dig me
You don't hit hard
Something like pop warner
Have you ever been locked
With a swole and no hot water
Tryna raise ya daughter
In a world that seems prominent
But the media portrays HOES
As the Dominant
Get a pack you diming it
That's the way that you find the rent
Search but cant find the shit
Mask off they timing shit
My spine was bent
In the belly of the beast
Pops sold it moms shot it
It coincides with the streets
Capisce
So I live life I cant wait
Yelling 757 like it three minutes till eight
So I live life I cant wait
Yelling 757 like it three minutes till eight
Only time I do the Dash is for the paper
I aint worried bout a hater
Tell these hoes see you later
I gotta get back to this paper
I aint wating on no favors
Only time I do the Dash is for the paper
I aint thinking bout a hater
Tell these hoes see you later
I gotta get back to this paper
I aint wating on no favors
Look
Haters throwing salt
Making sub tweets
Im laughing at they ass
From a window seat
Omw to MIA
For another week
Its only right I treat myself
YOU know I Love me
Lifes fine
But I remember the Ugly
Niggas threw dirt on my name
Bitches drug me
Couldn't understand my struggle
Shit used to bugg me
Since 2k been dying to ball
Lifes tryna dub me
Shit im tryna make it out
That's all I think about
Your girl too
She know im the ticket so she drink me down
Gods plan I understand
This was meant for me
Die before I be denied
You in my way no sympathy
Yeah remember me
Same nigga
I aint change
Hit the gas on these niggas then I switch lanes
If it aint bout a check then don't check for me
Money Power Respect
That's the recipe
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Writer(s): Devon Alston
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