Where Dem Dollas At

Текст песни Gangsta Boo and DJ Paul, Juicy J - Where Dem Dollas At

I'm chilling, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me
Where the dollars at, nigga? Where the dollars at?
Where the dollars at, nigger? Where the dollars at?

Now let me kick a little something about this lady named Boo
Haven't you heard of the things that Miss Boo is capable to do?
Get your mind twisted like some dress on a Jamaican's head
Vicky lingerie, candles, liberals, petals on the bed

Baby
Lazing Halloween, concentrating on what's next in there
Bet you by the dollar, make you holler where them binges at
Come on out your pocket, don't be stopping, what can happen, baby?
How many niggas get the chance to be in the midst of lady never?

Not be going 'cause my game is just too thick for that
Gangsta Boo be watching all the profit, niggas got my back
What you see in me, nigga road, is what I'm meant to be
Sipping on Hen and grinning in your face

Trying to get your cheese while you be
Saying I'm dogging you out, but still paging me
Never answering the phone 'cause your name be on my caller ID
I guess you can say I'm kinda crazy in my own ways
Fuck being broke for days, ladies got to get paid

Where the dollars at, nigga? Where the dollars at?
Where the goblins at?
Where the dollars at, nigga? Where the dollars at?

It's when a ballad band's different
It'd be amazing how these bitches having babies by niggas
With no pot to piss in or no money to give her
What the fuck? Why you hoes wanna live that way?
I be scheming for some treasure every goddamn day

Not to be the fucking one looking sad and broke
No nigga to fuck with, no weed to smoke
Hard times got me whining, conversation and kicking it
Hooked up with a little prince, now I'm back on my pimpin'

Thinking of a fucking plan how to get you man, damn, I hope you understand
Money came with the scam, we be chilling in the cities of New York and L.A
It's all good, get my— we kicking it
Conflict on smoking, oh hey, I hate to say it but anyway
I feel you hating on me, you look into my—

Gonna smoke and don't hate, I hate the—
Saturday— hating on me
Eyes and smile but still you hating on me
Never mind, fuck it, I ain't taking it personal
I'm about my business, we'll have to kick it sooner or later so I ain't tripping

All night long— nigga, where the dollars at?

I keep my shit in control, draped up in diamonds and gold
Players all up in my soul, I pass the range in a row
Up in the Fiat Benz V, these hoes been waitin' to see me
I hope that bitch got my genes, can't leave with less than a G

I'm scopin' out some new talent, need some new hoes for my ballot
Them hoes that I just found, they hatin' on me like mallet
Soon as I hit the front door, they stop to go 'round my collar
I'm here to come up on loot, I can't even spare a dollar
I gotta watch you—

I'm here to come up on loot, I gotta watch you
On my wrist, trick, can you hold me some of this?
Some niggas wanna take my place, some hoes be beggin', ride my dick
I can't be stopped, the juice gon' shine, the truth be spoken in my rhyme
I'm livin' good and feelin' fine, I'm high, I'm weak, they lick it and whine
Just roll it up, I fold it up, the bottles pop, pour it in my cup

The niggas will work from nine to five, but on the corner, post it up
We still can ball, the juice and paw, the deals, we make the shots, we call
Entrepreneurs on worldwide tours, the only thing we save is cheese, not bras

Where the dollars at, nigga? Where the dollars at?

Aw yeah, Hibbertash, man's up in here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know the business
Gangsta Boo's solo tape, y'all know the scope
Oh no, let's go
Each in a tether club up there
What the, what the?
All hot
So, where the dollars at?