Foreign Exchange

Lyrics

[Intro: Timbaland] Dollar-dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) [Verse 1: Selah the Corner] In the back of mind, I want to win it Running this rap race 'til the finish 'Cause CHH been home for a minute But I'll prolly leave it alone in a minute I told the homies 'bout love, killed, then later risen But why love when he see how far the hater get him? I spit God' Word, every bar plagiarism I look around and all I'm seein' is favoritism I know what it's like to be last on it Get a concept, boss, and even fast on it Get a track, black out and straight mash on it For somebody to tell you they're gon' to pass on it Uh, tears of a real spitta They bottle living water, I need a real river And my mission to try to marry her What I deliver ain't bigger than the Deliverer Uh, so tell me 'bout your goal, homie You rap for the Rock, you gotta roll, homie I'll tell you what an old-school with flow told me Yahweh' currency is souls, homie It's why I'm only on that money tip While these politicians'll fold like a money clip Souls of the paper, I'm a fiend But you already know what I mean It's all about the C.R.E.A.M [Chorus: Timbaland] Dollar-dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik C.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get the Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the-get the-get the-get the-get the Get the-get the-get the-get the mon-mon-money Frikki-frikki-frikki, dollar-dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) [Verse 2: Selah the Corner] I've been in cyphers with some of the realest Handled a couple rappers, y'all call them the illest But still, I tell them the bars with the divine control Collabs duckin' me, they don't wanna get mind-controlled It's cool, fame never what I run on Souls' the prey and I'm steady gettin' my hunt on Nearin' my end zone and these rappers gettin' their punt on Tryna make music that these unbelievers can't front on Y'all already know that I spit to the shooters What they callin' you , Sevin? Neighborhood polluters But, homie, you're trash, and the Christ we link Probably stopped more killing than your neighborhood precinct, uh My conglomerate honors the cost We light up the dark and we honor the torch And we're usin' this Hip-Hop and findin' the lost Don't like what we're doing? We come off the porch [Chorus: Timbaland & Bizzle] Dollar-dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik C.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get the Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all, that's what it's about, huh? Bizzle!) [Verse 3: Bizzle] They hypnotized by the bar code (Code) Spit a lie, flip a pie for their car note Live and die just to whip a ride and check a iPhone Get to dissin' God, know the kitchen got a hot stove (Let's go) You ain't feelin' me? I feel the same (Same) Agree to disagree, just don't get in the way (Way) And tryna compare a Bizzle to a Lil Wayne's Comparin' a couple dope lines to a brick of cain (Uh) What you rappers want? Respect? (Please) After seein' the things that y'all'd do for a check (Really?) This week, it's a pistol, next week, it's a dress (Huh?) This week, it's Molly, next week, it's sex (Pss) Wonder what they gon' have y'all tellin' us all next Live fast, die young, they're sellin' us all death (Death) Lil' Snupe passed, I ain't even wanna read about it Same cats pushin' murder raps want to tweet about it (It's crazy) But, homie, what you gon' do about it? You prolly supplied the soundtrack for the dude who shot him (Real talk) You put murder all in your songs But if murder's wrong, then it's wrong Shouldn't be 'bout the money