Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Intérprete
Mike Sims
Mike Sims
Guitarra
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Larry Muggerud
Larry Muggerud
Composición
Louis Freese
Louis Freese
Composición
Senen Reyes
Senen Reyes
Composición
Producción e ingeniería
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Producción
Rob Hill
Rob Hill
Ingeniería de grabación

Letra

[Verse 1]
I got this plan to make some money
I want you to keep this **** to yourself
At 6:15 A.M., the truck pulls out of the post office
On Lankershim and Wilshire
Now, it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento
Which is a mail drop-off
At First Federal Loan and Savings
[Verse 2]
I did whatever I could to get by
Slang dope, jack people, hands in the sky
When you living on the edge, yeah, homie, it's a high
You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die
Living in a hard world, some are living lies
Son, you better wise up and open up your eyes
****, it ain't ever easy, homie, people will connive
Better have a hustle if you mean to survive
Why you're so greedy, can you tell us all why
Look, homie, believe me **** head'll fly
For the dollar everybody is a target, that's real
Talking is small, your fate's signed and sealed
You could be the next one crossing in the path
But maybe if you do the math, you can avoid the bloodbath
With the money that we stole, the greed to get green
Even to an honest man, the money is tempting
[Verse 3]
Dollar bill, y'all, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar bill, y'all, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar bill, y'all, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar bill, y'all, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
[Verse 4]
Fiend for the lean green
Never get enough is a mother**** gangster dream
For the love of the cashflow
You could live fast and you can die slow
Sen, where's the can, bet your **** would believe it
'Cause **** that you know'll try hard to be scheming
Work hard as **** for everything to rock
You a dead **** 'fore I get got
Fools got game, floss and drop names
Mine move's faster than a runaway train
**** the world, don't ask me for ****
'Less you on your knees and you want some ****
Spot a gold digger with a hairline trigger
Each move you make, the reputation get bigger
For the love of the money, ****, drugs
Fools change and get all twisted up
[Verse 5]
Dollar bill, y'all, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar bill, y'all, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar bill, y'all, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar bill, y'all, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
[Verse 6]
Your money up, you better keep your eyes peeled
'Cause you were talking for jacks and that's real
Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal
Homie, for the dollar you can get yourself killed
He decided to jet, it could happen with no discussion
Straps of all pain, no **** eruptin'
For the green little papers, jacking your neighbors
But what if your neighbor put arms in his favor
Kicked up the heater to mash you punk ****
Don't wanna earn ****, you wanna jack for the ****
Nothing in life's for free, ****, learn that
You burn someone, they might just burn back
Scorch **** to the third degree, uh
Y'all critters deserve to be
Put out of your misery, you're history, son
When your body disappears, then the mystery come
[Verse 7]
Dollar bill, y'all, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar bill, y'all, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar bill, y'all, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar bill, y'all, dollar bill, y'all
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Written by: Larry Muggerud, Louis Freese, Senen Reyes
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