Almighty Dollar

Lyrics
[Chorus] Aye, couple bands that I spent on this fit Bruce Lee, this choppa got kick Bad bitch and she thicker than grits Shootin' like, look at my gang don't miss Hit the target, I won't never miss He not gang but that boy is a bitch IceWater Gang, know I won't never switch Empty clip 'til the choppa start clickin' Come get your bitch before she end up missin' We in the streets but we work in the kitchen These niggas sweet, they really not wit' it Aim at your caviar, take off your fitted Get dirty money and I do the dishes Can't trust a bitch so I can't have a Misses [Verse] Fuck on that bih, no, I ain't doin' no kissin' Ice and my watch and my chain and shit Big B's on the rims, I'm killin' 'еm I'm in Bel Air wit' Uncle Phil and 'nem Will Smith, choppa gon finish 'еm Mortal Kombat, we gon' finish him Aye, we get the drop on the opp and we smash out, pull on his block and black out Aye, can't talk to me unless you gon' cashout Ride 'round wit' that Nina like Ca$h Out Buss' me a juug, you know I'm tryna max out These niggas broke, they ain't pullin' no cash out Yeah, I was broke but I gotta bag now No, I'm not Jerry but I got the stackhouse Yeah, they look at me, yeah, I got 'em mad now When I got the Glock, you know it's a man down Run to the check in Balenciaga You proud of me, bitch, buy me some Prada Ain't really impressed by shit but the almighty dollar Jus like school, in the streets, I'ma scholar Bitch wanna fuck, then give me a holla Kick the bitch out wit' the rest of her problems Talkin' real tough, get pop like a collar Know I'm a leader, these bitches gon' follow [Chorus] Aye, couple bands that I spent on this fit Bruce Lee, this choppa got kick Bad bitch and she thicker than grits Shootin' like, look at my gang don't miss Hit the target, I won't never miss He not gang but that boy is a bitch IceWater Gang, know I won't never switch Empty clip 'til the choppa start clickin' Come get your bitch before she end up missin' We in the streets but we work in the kitchen These niggas sweet, they really not wit' it Aim at your caviar, take off your fitted
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Credits
- Writers
- IceBirds
- Ygcee
- Justjr