One little two little three little dolla

That’s what she get when she make the boys holla

Then she gets down on her knees and pray to allah

One little two little three little dolla

I got no honey in my tea

I’m just sweet enough to get you through the evening when its cold out

I got your money in my sheets

I’ll keep it right there til the morning when the sun’s out

Lord have mercy

Got to do it

Lord have mercy

On my soul

Lord have mercy

Got to do it

Gotta feed the baby and my lover back home

Ah ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah ah ah

One little two little three little dollar

Bang bang in the room and he make the man holla

He don’t want no trouble just take it and go

Gotta feed the baby and his woman back home

I ain’t a killer but don’t push on my buttons when I’m low

In the evening and its cold out

I’ll take my chances when I know that the baby’s at home and the money’s all dried out

No never seen no sinner in the world won’t do what they got to do

Yeah the same world where we all got one but a few mothafucka got two

So I’mma go get this money money coin so I don’t have to sing the blues

And do it all just so my baby and my lover back home no they won’t have to

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