Dollars

I keep a few dollars in a pocket on my jeans I want the rubies, Prada I want all the finer things This ain't no doobie, but I'ma Spark it up 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 f- It makes my head reach to the floor Seen these haters lookin' on my gram, get out my zone It's OD on the come-up, man 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 OP with 'em and he's always winning Playin' with the juice, man, he came off dripping OC kill it 'til he hit the ceiling, yeah I keep a few dollars in a pocket on my jeans I want the rubies, Prada I want all the finer things This ain't no doobie, but I'ma Spark it up 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 f-king with me now? Keep it humble, but it's hard When 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) (Better not get caught with the list) 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 how far I came Man, I'm running to that fame I keep a few dollars in a pocket on my jeans I want the rubies, Prada I want all the finer things This ain't no doobie, but I'ma Spark it up 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 sh- gon' last Ain't no lucky one in this game, you know that's facts Get the bag and run the rest 'Bout to do my Shmoney dance I get the cheddar Did with 'fetti sitting in my pocket Change your weather The way I make it rain You needing an umbrella In your feelings, 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, I'm 'bout to make some room, yeah Marking every check to speed this through Man, I'm poppin', but I ain't no damn balloon I keep a few dollars in a pocket on my jeans I want the rubies, Prada I want all the finer things This ain't no doobie, but I'ma Spark it up with extra heat And I'ma red-hot shooter The way I hit you with the zinc