Lyrics Dolla Bill - Vitani , Vellione

You ain't nothin'
You don't deserve nothin', you don't get nothin'
You get what I give you
I got a contract between me and you
That say you do what I tell you to do
Therefore, shut up, don't say nothin'
Don't speak to me no more
You better go on back out there
And get out my face, before you get swole
If I raise up, gon' be trouble
I'm down, B-O!

Never fear, I'm a rider, nigga, embedded with game
I was birthed off cocaine, my own purple rain
My addiction been the paper chase, I'm spun in the web
Barry Bonds on these niggas, had it out with the feds
Psychological, my demons got me callin' to God
Inshallah, it's the mob, diamonds cover the cross
Berner rain jacket stackin', the president's dead
"I'm a chip off the old block," that's what ma said
Sold coke on my mountain climb, I'm a product of crime
Pepper spray a nigga chest up, my hindsight blind
Communications under silence, I struggle to breathe
Talkin' dope game memoirs, my pistol with me
I had a football number, this mafia my world under
Deep cover, have you ever seen a monster?
Speedin' out the galaxy, floatin', astral planein'
Hot boy, hot game, I'm fast lanein'

Fast lane, never catch me, nigga, speed up
Dollar twenty on the dash, nigga, keep up
Highway to heaven, smoke in the windshield
Switchin' lanes, high speed, dollar-dollar bill
Fast lane, never catch me, nigga, speed up
Dollar twenty on the dash, nigga, keep up
Highway to heaven, smoke in the windshield
Switchin' lanes, high speed, dollar-dollar bill

Still outside in the field, y'all, just keepin' it trill, dawg
Sometimes it's go kill or be killed
Got legit scripts, that's with a seal, for them Vicodin pills
I'm outside yellin' "dollar-dollar bill," y'all
Buck forty Panamera Porsche pullin' up
Bought it seventeen, it's sixteen, wasn't new enough
Skrrt, skrrt, was seventeen and now I'm keepin' touch
Underage twice, reason why I give two fucks
Under twenty-one, on the pigeons sendin' two ducks
Before marriage, I was baby sharin' in these two sluts
Thinkin' 'bout it, dawg, I still didn't give two fucks
Came a long way from sellin' crack, shake for two bucks
Buck forty on the dash, homie, pick it up
I got some paper at the stash, gotta pick it up
Highway to heaven, smoke on the windshield
Switchin' lanes, high speed, dollar-dollar bill

Fast lane, never catch me, nigga, speed up
Dollar twenty on the dash, nigga, keep up
Highway to heaven, smoke in the windshield
Switchin' lanes, high speed, dollar-dollar bill
Fast lane, never catch me, nigga, speed up
Dollar twenty on the dash, nigga, keep up
Highway to heaven, smoke in the windshield
Switchin' lanes, high speed, dollar-dollar bill

On my mama, before I sell my soul
They'll have to put Obama on the dollar
Make me wanna holler like Marvin Gaye
Just to make sure my babies don't starve today
'Cause in my mind, all I do is fight demons
All I see is cursed semens
Ride around the city with forty-five reasons
I wanna make it better for my people
But they drownin' in misery, they understandin' is evil
Tryna make the best out the worst
Gotta make a difference before I'm up in a hearse
Can't leave my kids confused when they in a church
When they drive a nigga off and put his corpse in the dirt
'Cause they'll never see my face on a dollar bill
So while I'm here, I gotta show 'em how this life is real
Gotta stay positive until it's time to kill
In the fast lane mobbin' while I'm grippin' the wheel
While I'm grippin' the wheel

Fast lane, never catch me, nigga, speed up
Dollar twenty on the dash, nigga, keep up
Highway to heaven, smoke in the windshield
Switchin' lanes, high speed, dollar-dollar bill
Fast lane, never catch me, nigga, speed up
Dollar twenty on the dash, nigga, keep up
Highway to heaven, smoke in the windshield
Switchin' lanes, high speed, dollar-dollar bill