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THE DOLLARS

Gucci Hucci selling coochie

Never met my father

Call my guy my motherfucker

If he thinks that he can holler

I don't do it for the followers

I do it for the dollars

I do it for the dollars (2x)

Gucci Hucci selling coochie

Never met my father

Call my guy my motherfucker

If he thinks that he can holler

I don't do it for the followers

I do it for the dollars

I do it for the dollars

Give it all motherfucker

Come on, kill all us

Smoke in the pit for marijuana

And he is a goner

Come on with the guns

Gonna close my eyes

All you see is bright lights

Ski mask, piss and hit with the motherfuckers

Go to sleep fast

Wake up in gucci

Can I have my teeth back?

Hit him in the head again, tell him 'relax'

Everytime I hit em back, that's real class

Everytime I hit the pole, that's free cash

And I'll drop it low like a throwback

And I smoke so much, I need a smoke stash

Pull it, spark it, hit it, hold that

So much money on me, I can't even hold that

And I'm shopping, the only place I show can

And I'm thinking about picking up a guy again

And I'm kicking it with an American Ashley

Pop a molly with them all, get nasty

Epiphany up in the rolls, fat stackies

Coughing, so damn high I can't sleep

And I'm so damn high that I can't speak

And I'll stay that high all damn week

Fantastic, girl, that's me!

Get em hooked like motherfucking toxines

Got em so sick they'll need vaccines

And I'm up all night no caffeine

And the emotional is magic

And the Da Vinci is classic

Wanna touch my ass? But you ain't got cash?

You'll be brushing from that slashing

Gucci Hucci selling coochie

Never met my father

Call my guy my motherfucker

If he thinks that he can holler

I don't do it for the followers

I do it for the dollars

I do it for the dollars

I do it for the dollars

Gucci Hucci selling coochie

Never met my father

Call my guy my motherfucker

If he thinks that he can holler

I don't do it for the followers

I do it for the dollars

I do it for the dollars

I do it for the dollars

Really think she must've died

Choose one, drunk all night on rum, vrum vrum

I'm the only one who seems to get the job done

And I'm back from the dead like God's son

And I'm talking bout Brett, raw bits

In the back of the head, point blank

Throw him off the ledge, like bang bang

Sew em like thread, on the dank dank

And I gotta thank Keisha for everything

Come back like an all black boomarang

Call me Cat Woman, no Anne Hathaway

Gonna compensate on that a' way

Then I hop in the cab, that's a gettaway

And I did the same shit just yesterday

I'm the boss today, I'll be the boss tomorrow

Then hit them in the chest with the holotrip

And I never borrow shit, I got the goods in the bank

Then I'll fill it back up with the good shit

Then I might do a twirl on that fat dick

Don't you know I got that motherfucking magic?

Piss and drink is a must, call me, name by blank

He told me all the secrets, I just had to go and break

Everybody loves me like they love Raymond

And you know I keep it spice like I'm Cajun

Wet t-shirt covered in fregos

She gon' juggle all her dates, now there ya go

Let me take you on the snip of the yay-yo

Gotta motherfucking mountain on a ski-lo

Steve ballin', sipping on the hay-o

Puddin boy, got me thinking bout me hitting up the fray-o

Say he got the dough, and then he tried to bail

Cut him up, sent him to his mother in the mail

God forgive me, I got these dark forces in me

Hot like a fireplace

Smoking like a chimney

So many drugs in me, God, I swear I'm goin' Whitney

You know I keep that, fat bitch, and that fat dick,

with me at all times

Going to hell for doing this shit

Bitches was missing me, no, I'm still in this shit

Wanna run up on me, on my tums, so long bitch

I put a bullet in their head, make em go down with...

Gucci Hucci selling coochie

Never met my father

Call my guy my motherfucker

If he thinks that he can holler

I don't do it for the followers

I do it for the dollars

I do it for the dollars

I do it for the dollars

Gucci Hucci selling coochie

Never met my father

Call my guy my motherfucker

If he thinks that he can holler

I don't do it for the followers

I do it for the dollars

I do it for the dollars

I do it for the dollars

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