Dollar Signs
Dollar Signs
Bitch I make that all the time
Yeah I make that all the time
200 on the speedo, ain't no hats
Bitch I'm outta mind
And she ain't my b tho, can't relax
I can't make her mine
But they still can't cuff me, I'm up please
In these Beamer cup seats
$1500 flat, what that new Balenci cost me
I'm taking retail therapy, gotta drown out all my company
Only got two friends
Benjamins and what they cop me
Think I gotta problem, triple digits on my arm
I'm blowing gas in public, give no f*ck about alarms
She said she don't want no picnics
Want a flight out to Milan
This bitch think I'm a trick because she peeped my Louis Vuittons
She wrong
The way I be bombing, a nigga should call me Saddam
They seeing the way that I step,
Got niggas asking me "yo put me on"
Don't even know how I finessed this shit
This money ain't come with a charm
And this money ain't coming in calm
CRA looking like "what is he on"? (I'm gone)
Dollar Signs
Dollar Signs
Bitch I make that all the time
Yeah I make that all the time
200 on the speedo, ain't no hats
Bitch I'm outta mind
And she ain't my b tho, can't relax
I can't make her mine
But they still can't cuff me, I'm up please
In these Beamer cup seats
$1500 flat, what that new Balenci cost me
I'm taking retail therapy, gotta drown out all my company
Only got two friends
Benjamins and what they cop me
Ugh, Benjamin Franks
I don't got friends, I just got bands
Balenci pants, Balenci boots
BB, GG, nigga I'm good (Gucci)
I throw that shit by the bush
City bitch i'ma each on her cooch
She my bitch I don't care if I lose her
They don't know I be making my moves
I got whole lotta, whole lotta juice
I got hoes in the back of the booth
In my room I don't be in no stu
FL i do not do no pro tools
I got codeine on me so i'm cool
I'm blue, I'm high
Alright
I don't even don't even try
Alright
I took out my dick and she cried
I just want the hoes and the money you focused on too many signs
Dollar Signs
Dollar Signs
Bitch I make that all the time
Yeah I make that all the time
200 on the speedo, ain't no hats
Bitch I'm outta mind
And she ain't my b tho, can't relax
I can't make her mine
But they still can't cuff me, I'm up please
In these Beamer cup seats
$1500 flat, what that new Balenci cost me
I'm taking retail therapy, gotta drown out all my company
Only got two friends
Benjamins and what they cop me
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Dollar Signs
Dollar Signs
Bitch I make that all the time
Yeah I make that all the time
200 on the speedo, ain't no hats
Bitch I'm outta mind
And she ain't my b tho, can't relax
I can't make her mine
But they still can't cuff me, I'm up please
In these Beamer cup seats
$1500 flat, what that new Balenci cost me
I'm taking retail therapy, gotta drown out all my company
Only got two friends
Benjamins and what they cop me
Think I gotta problem, triple digits on my arm
I'm blowing gas in public, give no f*ck about alarms
She said she don't want no picnics
Want a flight out to Milan
This bitch think I'm a trick because she peeped my Louis Vuittons
She wrong
The way I be bombing, a nigga should call me Saddam
They seeing the way that I step,
Got niggas asking me "yo put me on"
Don't even know how I finessed this shit
This money ain't come with a charm
And this money ain't coming in calm
CRA looking like "what is he on"? (I'm gone)
Dollar Signs
Dollar Signs
Bitch I make that all the time
Yeah I make that all the time
200 on the speedo, ain't no hats
Bitch I'm outta mind
And she ain't my b tho, can't relax
I can't make her mine
But they still can't cuff me, I'm up please
In these Beamer cup seats
$1500 flat, what that new Balenci cost me
I'm taking retail therapy, gotta drown out all my company
Only got two friends
Benjamins and what they cop me
Ugh, Benjamin Franks
I don't got friends, I just got bands
Balenci pants, Balenci boots
BB, GG, nigga I'm good (Gucci)
I throw that shit by the bush
City bitch i'ma each on her cooch
She my bitch I don't care if I lose her
They don't know I be making my moves
I got whole lotta, whole lotta juice
I got hoes in the back of the booth
In my room I don't be in no stu
FL i do not do no pro tools
I got codeine on me so i'm cool
I'm blue, I'm high
Alright
I don't even don't even try
Alright
I took out my dick and she cried
I just want the hoes and the money you focused on too many signs
Dollar Signs
Dollar Signs
Bitch I make that all the time
Yeah I make that all the time
200 on the speedo, ain't no hats
Bitch I'm outta mind
And she ain't my b tho, can't relax
I can't make her mine
But they still can't cuff me, I'm up please
In these Beamer cup seats
$1500 flat, what that new Balenci cost me
I'm taking retail therapy, gotta drown out all my company
Only got two friends
Benjamins and what they cop me
Dollar Signs
Bitch I make that all the time
Yeah I make that all the time
200 on the speedo, ain't no hats
Bitch I'm outta mind
And she ain't my b tho, can't relax
I can't make her mine
But they still can't cuff me, I'm up please
In these Beamer cup seats
$1500 flat, what that new Balenci cost me
I'm taking retail therapy, gotta drown out all my company
Only got two friends
Benjamins and what they cop me
Think I gotta problem, triple digits on my arm
I'm blowing gas in public, give no f*ck about alarms
She said she don't want no picnics
Want a flight out to Milan
This bitch think I'm a trick because she peeped my Louis Vuittons
She wrong
The way I be bombing, a nigga should call me Saddam
They seeing the way that I step,
Got niggas asking me "yo put me on"
Don't even know how I finessed this shit
This money ain't come with a charm
And this money ain't coming in calm
CRA looking like "what is he on"? (I'm gone)
Dollar Signs
Dollar Signs
Bitch I make that all the time
Yeah I make that all the time
200 on the speedo, ain't no hats
Bitch I'm outta mind
And she ain't my b tho, can't relax
I can't make her mine
But they still can't cuff me, I'm up please
In these Beamer cup seats
$1500 flat, what that new Balenci cost me
I'm taking retail therapy, gotta drown out all my company
Only got two friends
Benjamins and what they cop me
Ugh, Benjamin Franks
I don't got friends, I just got bands
Balenci pants, Balenci boots
BB, GG, nigga I'm good (Gucci)
I throw that shit by the bush
City bitch i'ma each on her cooch
She my bitch I don't care if I lose her
They don't know I be making my moves
I got whole lotta, whole lotta juice
I got hoes in the back of the booth
In my room I don't be in no stu
FL i do not do no pro tools
I got codeine on me so i'm cool
I'm blue, I'm high
Alright
I don't even don't even try
Alright
I took out my dick and she cried
I just want the hoes and the money you focused on too many signs
Dollar Signs
Dollar Signs
Bitch I make that all the time
Yeah I make that all the time
200 on the speedo, ain't no hats
Bitch I'm outta mind
And she ain't my b tho, can't relax
I can't make her mine
But they still can't cuff me, I'm up please
In these Beamer cup seats
$1500 flat, what that new Balenci cost me
I'm taking retail therapy, gotta drown out all my company
Only got two friends
Benjamins and what they cop me
Writer: Abel Ogbiti
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