Dolla $igns Songtext
von YGTUT

Why your bitch still gotta Skype
Yam
Think it′s time we get a couple things in order
We ain't ′bout to take no orders (Yeah)
Don't act like you fucking know us
We ain't with the back and forward
Money stronger, had to turn up (Yeah)
Don′t think you should tryna run ′em (Yeah)
Might hella niggas on the stage
But we ain't performers

Janky-eyed and hypnotised
Wavin′ they hands out the side
Know that Sleezy down to slide
Know Mikey D down to slide
If I let her spend the night
She think that she won a prize
Dollar signs be on my mind
Dollar signs be on my


I'ma cook it up and makеs the streets go woah, woah
Got the recipе, bon appétit like woah, woah
Might just cuff your bitch, do it with ease like scoop, scoop
This how it sound when you wake the beast like woop, woop

I′ma keep on working 'til I buy what I want
Cop what mom want, family get some sums
I′ma keep on working my Alfredo Parmesan
Bread Italian, Vegas roll the dons
Live extravagant, nights is coming young
Lil' nigga is robbing shit so you can't trust these fucking bums
Let me get some money, I can′t call it flipping funds
I ain′t sleep in schedule, I be up until the sun
Shoey got the boolay, for the drink we on the rum
Booty shaking, percolate, she gyrate when they queue to play
I dodged the bitch, I'm working bae
I′ll hit you when we drop the tape
Almost droppin', hold the weight
Don′t touch my fam, no fucks, no play

I'ma cook it up and makes the streets go woah, woah
Got the recipe, bon appétit like woah, woah
Might just cuff your bitch, do it with ease like scoop, scoop
This how it sound when you wake the beast like woop, woop


Where she at? I′m 'bout to ball up
Shoot my shot like Chauncey Billups
I think I just dodged a bullet (Yeah)
She must think a nigga stupid
Y'all know I don′t see no future (Yeah)
I know I can′t be a lover
Baby, you know I'm a huslter (Yeah)
Tryna get that diamond cluster
On my motherfucking knuckle
I know I can′t never buck her (Yeah)
I know I can't be a buster (Yeah)
Spread the money like it′s mustard
Rockin' chains, I hardly tuck ′em
Might just let the diamonds tustle
Marijuana crumbled on the vinyl, Stevie Wonder
Used to scam (Yeah), used to front a nigga grams (Grams)
Look into the mirror and I still see who I am (See who I am)
Make the paper stack, it got me feeling like a man (The man)
You like the dickin' and want me to get up in them yams (Yams)

I'ma cook it up and makes the streets go woah, woah
Got the recipe, bon appétit like woah, woah
Might just cuff your bitch, do it with ease like scoop, scoop
This how it sound when you wake the beast like woop, woop

Think it′s time we get a couple things in order
We ain′t 'bout to take no orders
Don′t act like you fucking know us
We ain't with the back and forward
Money stronger, had to turn up
Don′t think you should tryna run 'em
Might hella niggas on the stage
But we ain′t performers