Another Day Another Dollar (Remastered)
Yeah, another day, another dollar
After I've sang and hollered
Oh, it's my way of livin'
And I can't change a thing
Another-
Another day, another dollar, boy, I'm pimpin', pop my collar
See some bitches tell 'em, holler, tell 'em, "Get in my Impala
We gon' smoke and we gon' ride, roll 'em up and let's get high"
Screamin', "Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe" (I, I, I)
I just bumped into you, Kendrick, I hop often, don't get offended
Did I mention that this boy right here been known for that creepin'?
Double cuppin' and sippin', out here, Wood Grant grippin'
With a bad bitch beside me and her head keep tippin'
Now that you know that I'm pimpin', excuse my backhand, I'm reachin'
This bitch got Saved by the Bell like she was Screech on the weekend
You just my Monday or Tuesday, I tell this bitch, "We just freakin'
You might be chillin' right now, but you'll be gone by the weekend"
Another day, another dollar
After I've sang and hollered
Oh, it's my way of livin' and I can't change a thing
Another dollar, another day
I, I'm just tryna find another way (Jelly Roll)
Oh, it's my way of livin' (c'mon)
And I can't change a thing (hey, Fat Man Jones)
Hey, we've been pushin' for power, we've been pushin' for power
I swear to God, we sold it all, from pussy to powder
You can't tell me what it is, hear them pimpin' when I'm talkin'
Hear the pill bottle shakin' in my pocket when I'm walkin'
A bad bitch, pull her, live life to the fullest
If the good die young, sip whiskey and get bullet
That fat boy got that game, and I've been rockin' this shit
Them bad bitches start a mosh pit on top of my dick
You either in the game or in the way
Y'all know I ain't finna play
Give a fuck who tries me, this 40 don't discriminate
Ain't yo' average white boy, fuck her, this the real deal
Came to Florida years ago, fuckin' up the pill mill
Another day, another dollar
After I've sang and hollered
Oh, it's my way of livin' and I can't change a thing
Another dollar, another day
I, I'm just tryna find another way
Oh, it's my way of livin'
And I can't change a thing, yeah
After I've sang and hollered
Oh, it's my way of livin'
And I can't change a thing
Another-
Another day, another dollar, boy, I'm pimpin', pop my collar
See some bitches tell 'em, holler, tell 'em, "Get in my Impala
We gon' smoke and we gon' ride, roll 'em up and let's get high"
Screamin', "Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe" (I, I, I)
I just bumped into you, Kendrick, I hop often, don't get offended
Did I mention that this boy right here been known for that creepin'?
Double cuppin' and sippin', out here, Wood Grant grippin'
With a bad bitch beside me and her head keep tippin'
Now that you know that I'm pimpin', excuse my backhand, I'm reachin'
This bitch got Saved by the Bell like she was Screech on the weekend
You just my Monday or Tuesday, I tell this bitch, "We just freakin'
You might be chillin' right now, but you'll be gone by the weekend"
Another day, another dollar
After I've sang and hollered
Oh, it's my way of livin' and I can't change a thing
Another dollar, another day
I, I'm just tryna find another way (Jelly Roll)
Oh, it's my way of livin' (c'mon)
And I can't change a thing (hey, Fat Man Jones)
Hey, we've been pushin' for power, we've been pushin' for power
I swear to God, we sold it all, from pussy to powder
You can't tell me what it is, hear them pimpin' when I'm talkin'
Hear the pill bottle shakin' in my pocket when I'm walkin'
A bad bitch, pull her, live life to the fullest
If the good die young, sip whiskey and get bullet
That fat boy got that game, and I've been rockin' this shit
Them bad bitches start a mosh pit on top of my dick
You either in the game or in the way
Y'all know I ain't finna play
Give a fuck who tries me, this 40 don't discriminate
Ain't yo' average white boy, fuck her, this the real deal
Came to Florida years ago, fuckin' up the pill mill
Another day, another dollar
After I've sang and hollered
Oh, it's my way of livin' and I can't change a thing
Another dollar, another day
I, I'm just tryna find another way
Oh, it's my way of livin'
And I can't change a thing, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Bedgood, Grover Bell
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