Lyrics Dollar Signs - Young Dolph
Tell
you
a
little
something
bout
a
nigga
like
me
Marijuana
residue,
on
my
white
tee
Bankroll
in
my
pocket
and
the
bitch
all
blue
I′m
just
keeping
the
shit
1 hunna
Free
C
Murder,
me
the
truth
Truth
nigga
til
I'm
dead
If
I
die
bury
me
beside
my
.44
And
smoke
a
whole
pound
But
again
I′ma
keep
on
serving
Stunting
on
these
bitches,
swerving
If
something
dead
go
real
fast
Drop
top
and
[?]
My
rich
bitch
foreign
Smoking
weed
and
dranking
syrup
At
8 o
clock
in
the
morning
My
trap
spot
loud
open
Nigga
in
9 o
clock
in
the
morning
1 pm
pat
came
from
dirt
for
real
out
in
California
I
got
customers
out
my
door
Counting
money,
talking
on
the
phone
Yo
bitch
on
my
other
line
But
she
ain't
talking
dollar
signs
Yo
bitch
on
my
other
line
But
she
ain't
talking
dollar
signs
She
send
me
text
lets
go
for
lunch
I
text
her
back
I
ain′t
got
time
Dollar
signs,
dollar
signs
Yo
bitch
on
my
other
line,
I
ain′t
lying
She
just
called
my
phone
said
she
got
dick
all
on
her
mind
I
said
bitch
when
you
get
drunk
you
say
that
all
the
time
That's
yo
favorite
line
But
I
ain′t
got
time
She
ready
to
get
the
pussy
up
and
blame
it
on
the
alcohol
Swear
she
getting
money
but
that
bitch
be
still
in
at
the
mall
Any
given
time
she
ready
to
come
out
of
them
draws
She
love
giving
head
but
she
ain't
got
no
walls
Got
money
stashed
in
the
ceiling
in
the
floor
and
in
the
walls
Out
in
L.A
balling
like
I′m
Chris
Paul
Your
{?}
going
through
withdrawal
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1 What's Poppin (Intro)
2 Money Hungry
3 Dollar Signs
4 Choppa on the Couch
5 George
6 Young Nigga
7 911
8 Goodbye
9 She Not Mines
10 Not No More
11 Never
12 Preach
13 These Streets
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