The Dolla

Yea
Yo (Booda On the beat)
Let the dolla circulate
All my niggas doing great
You really smoking Pluto
Give me 80 for a eighty
Got 36 months
They shipped me up state
Now I'm back to popping bottles
And walking in late
You think I give a fuck about a felony
Move pounds though the city
Like the choir sing a melody
And I ain't saving hoes
I just let them be
Make them kiss the pinky ring
Like a pimp from the 70s
Gotta a new bitch she be Lebanese
And she only coming home
With a couple g's
Baby got a fat ass and some double Ds
Nigga say his flow
Better I'm like nigga please
Talking gone get your shit push back
This 5.7 split you in half like a KitKat
All of my old bitches
Want them some get back
Coping 1942 by the six pack
Pull up in something
Make them be like whats that
You say you know that nigga
I don't trust that
All of my niggas strap
And we gone bust back
I might go cop me a
Demon or Maybach
Thank God I don't got no enemies
Give a fuck if you like me
You know I'm a star
Don't waste my time or my energy
If its really a problem
We'll shoot you in your car
Fuck when nigga came back
No Covid contact
This niggas they know they in trouble
Fresh then mug
When I walk in the club
Got a whole lot of hugs
Then they pour me a double
Stop at the store
Let me get me some rubbers
You know I'm smash I don't cuddle
And when they touchdown
Bring the team to a huddle
You know through these streets
I'm gone flood'em

Let the dolla circulate
Let the dolla circulate
Late late late late
Let the dolla circulate
Let the dolla circulate
Late late late late

2012 We was tracking numbers
Had like 30 p's in a blue Honda
I spending money all summer
Two hundred thousand
Off of marijuana
Don't do yum yum at Benihana
Blue strips stacked in baby bundles
You can't see me nigga Stevie wonder
I'm in different rentals
Just to keep'em wondering
But let me set this shit straight
Seen whole hundred thousand
For I ever drop a mixtape
And I ain't never
Walked for a cheesecake
Came to the plug with a briefcase
Shut this bitch down on release dates
Gun to the head for a cheapskate
She wanna fuck on a cheap date
They gonna hate me
They can't relate me
Four and a split take
You to the bakery
Ayeee
Cuz send the pack
When I first touchdown
I'll be drinking on patron
Before I ever drink Crown
If they get out line they hear the
Burrrr sound
Now empty out your pockets
Get your ass on the ground
My little nigga told me that
He aim for his neck
And squeeze on the trigger
It will hit him in his head
I told him if he give me 20 thousand
I can get them to his crib
He can go and make a
Whole lot of bread
Bitch you bet not get to comfortable
You left a steak for a lunchable
I don't know what's going
On with you
I can't even smoke a blunt with
I rather not even fuck with you
Fuck with you
Talking gone get your shit push back
This 5.7 split you in half like a KitKat
All of my old bitches
Want them some get back
Coping 1942 by the 6 pack
Pull up in something
Make them be like whats that
You say you know that nigga
I don't trust that
All of my niggas strap
And we gone bust back
I might go cop me a
Demon or Maybach
Thank God I don't got no enemies
Give a fuck if you like me
You know I'm a star
Don't waste my time or my energy
If its really a problem
We'll shoot you in your car
Fuck when nigga came back
No Covid contact
This rappers they know
They in trouble
Fresh then mug
When I walk in the club
Got a whole lot of hugs
Then they pour me a double
Stop at the store
Let me get me some rubbers
You know I'm smash I don't cuddle
And when they touchdown
Bring the team to a huddle
You know through these streets
We gone flood'em

Let the dolla circulate
Let the dolla circulate
Late late late late
Let the dolla circulate
Let the dolla circulate
Late late late late