Dollars

Текст песни Creed Tha Kid - 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