Dollars

I keep a few dollars in a pocket on my jeans
I want the rubbies, Prada
I want all the finer things
This ain't no doobie, but I'ma
Spark it with extra heat
And I'ma red-hot shooter
The way I hit you with the zinc

Nonsense is all that I be hearing on the low
Try to play me once
Play me two damn times, that's not gon go
I can't give a damn but fuck it make my head [?] to the floor
See these haters lookin' on my gram, get out my zone
It's OD on a [?]
Yeah, I say this loud
Man, I'm feeling so damn proud
Better just watch out, we gon' pounce
Keeping it real for the bros in town
[?] Wit 'em and he's always winning
[?] With the juice [?] he came off dripping
[?] Till we hit the ceiling

I keep a few dollars in a pocket on my jeans
I want the rubbies, Prada
I want all the finer things
This ain't no doobie but I'ma
Spark it with extra heat
And I'ma red-hot shooter
The way I hit you with the zinc

Contacts hitting my phone right now
I don't understand why they always fucking with me now?
Keep it humble, but it's sideway all they want is just some clout
For the real ones with me, I keep it G, I don't let down
(See, I'm not with the business but I [?])
Play around with this shit like a menace
I'm not fathering you as my kid
I heard them say, I'm never gonna change
Man, just look out before I came
Man, I'm running for that fame

I keep a few dollars in a pocket on my jeans
I want the rubbies, Prada
I want all the finer things
This ain't no doobie, but I'ma
Spark it with extra heat
And I'ma red-hot shooter
The way I hit you with the zinc

Have a few dreams, I'm gonna cash it
I know that this shit gon' last
Ain't no lucky one int his game, you know that's facts
Get the bag and run [?]
Bouta do my shmoney dance
I get the cheddar
Did with [?] sitting in my pocket
Change your weather
The way I make it rain, you needing an umbrella
In your feeling, I'm gon have to make it better
Showing love, I'm here to give it to whoever
Yeah, do the dash I hit the zoom
Yeah, CTK [?]
Mercing every check this speed in doomed
Man, I'm poppin,' but I ain't know damn balloon

I keep a few dollars in a pocket on my jeans
I want the rubbies, Prada
I want all the finer things
This ain't no doobie, but I'ma
Spark it with extra heat
And I'ma red-hot shooter
The way I hit you with the zinc