Dollar

Scarface

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    Dollar...
    Dollar...

    I'm bout my game
    Can't take shit light
    Rich today
    Be broke tonight
    I duck the pin
    Cuz I seek the light
    On my grind
    My grind's my life
    My life's my hood
    My home is slums
    My boys is deep
    Hoes is young
    Funk is here
    I'm out the way
    I stash the cash
    For that rainy day
    Those days to come
    My storm awaits
    I save for now
    For babenapes
    For cars and wheels
    For grills and chains
    For cows and bulls
    For screens and bang
    For candy paint
    My life done changed
    My kids is grown
    I needs the bank
    My bank foreal
    I leaves behind
    A name that lives
    For years uhuh

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    Big weed and drink
    Rims and candypaint
    Fresh shoes and clothes
    Keep several hoes
    Y'all idolize
    Me, I do it for the dollar
    Girls slide down the pole
    Niggas trick for hoes
    We sell tons of dope
    I ain't never broke
    Ain't my fault that the world revovles the dollar

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    I dips to clubs
    Gets major play
    From major hoes
    In a major way
    Short skirts and boots
    Thick ass with thighs
    She said it's yours
    Come fuck me eyes
    Got hoes with jobs
    Got hoes with games
    Got freaky hoes
    That dance with hey
    They likes my style
    And I like they ways
    She wants what's mine
    And I want what pays
    I love these hoes
    Without my heart
    I fucks they mind
    Not private parts
    They falls in lust
    Dick game in truth
    She leaves her man
    Cuz I keeps her loose
    She dreams of me
    Just met the chick
    She mean to you
    Cuz you stressed the bitch
    I takes her home
    You sweat the shit
    She rolls her eyes
    Like the exorcist

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    It's in my blood
    Been real for deep
    Ain't changed a bit
    I claim the streets
    I've left the hood
    But made it back
    Sold cocaine
    Smoked and i jacked
    Prophets from crack, bought cockpits and gats
    Bulldogs and hogs
    My life I rap
    Put down in words
    Dope fiends in packs
    My block I love
    And they love me back
    Homeboys is feudin'
    Got hate for none
    I rise foreal
    I stay with guns
    I sleep alone
    Cuz I trust myself
    Respect for all
    But I deals in death
    That's real in depth
    Can't bite my tongue
    I speaks my mind
    That's where I'm from
    That's how I'm raised
    I'm cut from that
    That's how I'm made
    Can't fuck with that

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    Composition: Brad Jordan and Anthony Gilmour

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