What Can Ten Dollars Get Me? (feat. Kae-9)

Ten dollars
That's all y'all charging for beats now
I mean, I used to charge less than that
Keywords... USED TO

What can ten dollars get cha? Hmmm
A desk bell to panic, some Koozie knit fabric
A silly face magnet, a mustache sandwich
If you asked in '67, snag a loosey, 20 matches and a happy ending (Say word)
What can ten dollars get cha? some butterfly measure cups
Drumsticks, they look like chopsticks, what a treasure
"Hon, look, a bunny rabbit shaped dispenser", umm
She gon' have the same look as me: "That is rather dumb
Bammas cheapening the market
Mahi mahi star fish, but treat it like it's Star Kist
'Member when I started, all about the art then
Music made with left brain, heart, limbs, too afraid to charge them
Gone is the novice, 23 in my mother's basement
Ducking dayshifts, two drum machines to play with
Recognize a veteran, better them than me
Taking Hamiltons you surely can do better than

You are not speaking my language
Fam, I'm tryna eat, but you won't let me in the banquet
Go back to the bank quick, miss me with that lame tip
Need more than just the ten dollars that you came with (Came with)
You are not speaking my slang
Betta bring some more bucks if you want some more bang
Otherwise, give a rang to a whole 'nother gang
What can ten dollars get you over here? Not a thang (Not a thang)

Yeah, nigga flow off the richter
Don't come around me askin' bout what ten dollars get cha, shit
'Cause I'ma tell ya not a muthafuckin' thing
Where was you when a nigga had his pockets in a sling, boy
Probably commentatin' from the sidelines
Now niggas tryna give me high fives, come again, nigga
Take that high five minus four, my guy
And that's the only fuck I gotta give, nigga, why lie
As of late, I feel like top five
I'm thinkin' home run, they hopin' for a pop fly
I'm puttin' hits out, but shit, I been a wise guy
Minus the suit and tie, my coat tail they tryna ride
They peep that I'm peakin', it ain't a secret
So if it ain't 'bout the money, then we ain't speakin
If niggas talkin' bout features, I'm talkin' figures now
Can hear 'em now, this nigga Kae think he Jigga now, wow

You are not speaking my language
Fam, I'm tryna eat, but you won't let me in the banquet
Go back to the bank quick, miss me with that lame tip
Need more than just the ten dollars that you came with (Came with)
You are not speaking my slang
Betta bring some more bucks if you want some more bang
Otherwise, give a rang to a whole 'nother gang
What can ten dollars get you over here? Not a thang (Not a thang)

What can ten dollars get cha? Hmmm
A unicorn poncho, nail art rock show
Ice rocket pop mold, plush giant microbe
Shaped like a bed bug, sperm cell, maggot, chicken pox, mold (UGH)
What can ten dollars get cha? Stickers
Zombie family car to be specific, picks in the
Shape of a dart or a holiday smencil kit
Sniffing mistletoe in your writtens? That's ridiculous
This is the consignment, one of a kind knit
North Star sowing, need a telescope to find this (YA CAN'T SEE IT)
But for a small piece of cheese, they'll take a trap beat
When I done already lapped 'em twice in this track meet (TWICE)
I'm not against being thrifty
But ninjas being stingy, saying "Bruh, I need it quickly
Got the nerve to be picky only paying $Free.50, not to mention that
The Mrs. wanna kiss me, but I'm busy and she's pissed, B
And I ain't getting paid, she done had enough
Not a mathematics fan, still tryna add it up
Not when half of these acts seem to only yap of bucks
Shouldn't equal out to zero when you more than carry one (Umm)
Dollars to photographers, engineers, barkeeps and club promoters
Some new Jordans, but nobody showing love to Joseph
I mean, a ten would've been as cool
Ain't worth the table scraps, dogged, guess I been a fool
It's my fault, should've taught 'em how to treat me
Gave it to 'em cheaply, so how'd they really cheat me
Dr. King steez: turned the cheek, let 'em beat me
But no more, you can't even sneak peek my weak beats (NO SIR)
I'm with a trade or some bartering, but shouldn't have to
Wave any plates for the offering, by the way
You don't get to name what the offer is, take it and
Respect it or you need not remain where my office is (BOUNCE)
I'm a business man, don't offend this
Man with intentions to pass on them dividends then
Ask for some benefits, but mad when you missing from the plans
'Less your signature is cash, I'm illiterate
Not a desperate man like the rest in the land
Madd pressed for that second-hand mess
Just to show you I'on't mean to be rude, dawg
What can ten dollars get? Welp, I got a real mean kazoo, dawg

Yeah
Get 'em
Do it
Man
Woo
That's hot
Can't tell me that ain't a hit son
A-ha-ha-ha-ha



Credits
Writer(s): Keenan Ellerbe
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