Every Last Dollar (prod. Just Blaze & Terence Ryan) Songtext
von OnCue

Oh, oh, yeah
I′ma spend it all, on me

They all got dollar signs in they name, I just got dollars in my name
You should know that I'd be lying, if I said that wasn′t strange
Than say that shit out loud, 'cause nowadays I can't complain
The same shit that held me down, same reason I′m getting paid
From the top of your shit list, then checking off my wish list
Nearly, getting evicted in the end it′s I that fishes
And I'm getting all our bitches, nah I don′t mean women
If you ever chose to listen, please trust me there's a difference

Not everything that′s gold really glistens
Rappers all they already know, and champagne is what I'm pissin′
I appreciate my folks, reality is rippling
Nah, I didn't predict it, it was given from my written's
If you bump my shit, yeah you know you do
You think I sing too much? Deep throat, a pole or two
What am I supposed to do?, ′Cause all y′all are borin' me


So I act accordingly, even more importantly
Shouts to Kuz, for recordin′ me, he gets to witness greatness in the makin'
All I see is green, Lord I′m stuck up in the matrix
Belly floppin' on this cash
Pray I don′t hit that fake shit on the way down
On the way down

If I had all the money in the whole wide world
I wouldn't buy you shit, if I was filthy rich
I'd spend it all on me, I′ma spend it all on me
If I had everything I ever wanted
I wouldn′t have my scars no more, I would flaunt them
I would spend it all on me, I would spend it all on me (I would spend it all on me)

Every last dollar (dollar) (oh, oh)
Every last dollar (dollar) (yeah, yeah)
I'ma spend it all on me
I′ma spend it all on me
Every last dollar (dollar) (oh, oh)
Every last dollar (dollar) (yeah, yeah)
I'ma spend it all on me
I′ma spend it all on me (yeah, yeah)


I try to keep movin', so I′m assumin'
But I'm living life like Truman
The camera zooming
Poured a vodka in the Newmans
Yes, it′s prognosis, proper, ′cause the thunder now boomin'
Between my temples like instrumentals that keep on resuming
I′m old enough to admit that I love the chaos

Good sex, cigarettes, and NFL play-offs
Tell my personal Adolfs that it's all about to pay off
Should I let ′em live? Hmm, what do we say?, Nah, hell no!
Born in some shelters, my feet are still on fire, from running through hell though
Let me cool them off, with bottle service and models jerking us all behind the curtain
She twerkin', ooh, that booty so soft
Think again, if you say this shit don′t come without a cost

I put Peggy in some first, but the rest won't hear a word
Not a peep, not a dime, I can't sleep, there′s no time
If I let my momma wine, you let me bleed while you recline
You used to laugh and mock at us
But I don′t think you'd laugh if you saw the numbers they offer us
Champagne with sparklers, Tan bitches they gawk at us
Screaming please pardon us
But Cuey, you so marvelous, won′t you put your cock in us?

If I had all the money in the whole wide world
I wouldn't buy you shit, if I was filthy rich
I′d spend it all on me, I'ma spend it all on me
If I had everything I ever wanted
I wouldn′t have my scars no more, I would flaunt them
I would spend it all on me, I would spend it all on me (I would spend it all on me)

Every last dollar (dollar) (oh, oh)
Every last dollar (dollar) (yeah, yeah)
I'ma spend it all on me
I'ma spend it all on me
Every last dollar (dollar) (oh, oh)
Every last dollar (dollar) (yeah, yeah)
I′ma spend it all on me
I′ma spend it all on me (Just Blaze)

Every last dollar (dollar) (oh, oh)
Every last dollar (dollar) (yeah, yeah)
I'ma spend it all on me
I′ma spend it all on me
Every last dollar (dollar) (oh, oh)
Every last dollar (dollar) (yeah, yeah)
I'ma spend it all on me
I′ma spend it all on me (yeah, yeah)