Dollars and Signs (feat. Serg.iLL & Apogee)

Aye, Get- get cash, Get cash
Get cash, get cash, get cash
Never worried bout a bitch, boy get a bag
Get a bag, get back, get active
Blew up fast, left niggas in the past tense
Backpack rap stars, rapping beats in saran
It's the same crew that we came with
Since the sandbox frame shit
Hurt Lock Bomb Click Bang Shit
In the booth, with boof I'm flamed
If she let me check up on her
Slim Thug with patience
Hair growing, weed bussing, pedal flooring
Switch cities and plugs like the travel foreign
Lil titties, fat ass, but she mostly forehead
Cali Living, pretty bitches, niggas dying for it
Get a bag, young man, focus on that cash fosho
If you don't stay up in yo lane you gon crash fosho

Aye, from my perspective shit's been good
I guess I can't complain
But, lately I just got this feeling that I can't explain
It's like a diver out his depths with less than half his tank
I see the surface but my ankles dragging ball and chain
Its hard to sift through self inflicted verses, what's ingrained
What's gon wash out in detox
Shit, what's here to stay
How much of me got away before I plugged the drain
It blows my mind how much shit change
Wish it would stay the same
A rule bender, I never needed a break
It's easy playing for Q's, my sneak is keeping the Ace's
My name, it settle debates and my League with the greats
I do this shit in my sleep
You can't dream of reaching my ranks
I day dream and space out, deja vu daily
Apologize if i don't do the Randevu lately
I don't ask for pardon went I Parlay view frankly
The truth gon take you further in the future
You'll thank me



Credits
Writer(s): Brady Falk
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