Dolla Bill
I Be thumbing through these hundreds
Grind all day nothing in my stomach
Chasing dollars all week then we stunting
A hundred plates couldn't take away the hunger
I Be thumbing through these hundreds
Grind all day nothing in my stomach
Chasing dollars all week then we stunting
A hundred plates couldn't take away the hunger
Aye
All day I be plotting on them dollar bills
I stay focused on gwap Ion know how drama feels
Bitches steady yelling they prego and I don't know how to feel
Struggles a headache but you got no time to pop a pill
As a youngin I was in the field
Mom over my head while I sleep praying I don't get killed
Knowing dam well I aint living right
Roc selling heroin Jizzle selling white
Then I punched a clock I can sense a better life
Shoutout to every man trying to get his fam right
This that music for the hustlers I salute you
Lifes a freaky bitch she fucked us all she into karma sutra
Dusty they say fuck ya
Looking like money then it suit ya
A nigga feel like he better off dead
The nigga put the burner to his head
The thought of living broke another day will alarm the shooter
Bang
Grind all day nothing in my stomach
Chasing dollars all week then we stunting
A hundred plates couldn't take away the hunger
I Be thumbing through these hundreds
Grind all day nothing in my stomach
Chasing dollars all week then we stunting
A hundred plates couldn't take away the hunger
Aye
All day I be plotting on them dollar bills
I stay focused on gwap Ion know how drama feels
Bitches steady yelling they prego and I don't know how to feel
Struggles a headache but you got no time to pop a pill
As a youngin I was in the field
Mom over my head while I sleep praying I don't get killed
Knowing dam well I aint living right
Roc selling heroin Jizzle selling white
Then I punched a clock I can sense a better life
Shoutout to every man trying to get his fam right
This that music for the hustlers I salute you
Lifes a freaky bitch she fucked us all she into karma sutra
Dusty they say fuck ya
Looking like money then it suit ya
A nigga feel like he better off dead
The nigga put the burner to his head
The thought of living broke another day will alarm the shooter
Bang
Credits
Writer(s): Emanuel Norman
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