Texty:
Dolla Who The Fuck Is That

a mug so mean got them niggas like who the fuck is that. then I hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like who the fuck is that Hit da door like right

a mug so mean got them niggas like who the fuck is that. then I hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like who the fuck is that Hit da door like right

to jail tonight, yeah Who me? I'm a soul survivor Ask about 'em in the street The boy Jeez a rida A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks Fuck

that I can't afford That's everything, that's why I truck big fat rings 'Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who

(brrat) (Birdman) Bounce back, rebel Fuck, going in a nigga sell I'm raising hell doing swell Make the mil, fuck the mirror Make the money, fuck who

't nothin' to talk about Get yourself a hobby, bitch Learn how to make a quilt or sumin' Ha, is it really that you hate you? That's what it is, ain't

, clock dollas Swallow me, baby, 'cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid Making them nauseous, cautious these niggas is

battle The Mob back in the sattle makin ya trunks rattle If I had one dolla, for every nigga who though that Face fell off, this whole world would be bought Fuck that

ain't nuthin -- let me have a dollar" "Can I have a dolla? One dolla" "One dollar.." - Dan Akroyd "How much? -- A dollar." "One dollar.." - Dan