Dollaz (feat. Full Trip)

Gimme that cash you love when I'm shaking and throwing it back huh
You loving my style you all on my ass huh
Oh you got the bag huh I run up his tab uh

Ion need niggas I need a check he floodin my necklace with vvs
I call "em all Keith cause I make "em sweat
Put a bag on your head if you sending threats
You can keep them wack bars they ain't ready yet
If you coming for me say it with ya chest
If you coming at me better wear a vest
Man these bitches ain't real put 'em to the test

Sit back and count up my dividends
Can't name a bitch I'm not iller then
Type of bitch make all my bitches eat
Cause I ain't got time for no bitter friends
Screaming these niggas for everybody
I don't fuck or fuck with em
I play pretend
I finesse him up out of that bread
Told that fuck Nigga pay me my backend
In the club I make a movie
Make him throw all of that blue cheese
Ima shake it in my two piece
For that paper for that loose leaf
Got yo nigga in here choosing



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Writer(s): Sade Rolle
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