dolla dame - real life lyrics
[verse 1: dolla dame]
i got rich off of fiends, n+gga, this is not a dream
gotta watch the triple cross, everything ain’t what it seem
everything ain’t what it is, we got glocks and fns
might’ve burnt a couple opps, but i ain’t ever burned no bridge
tryna tell ’em grab them kids, this a fully switch
f+ck all that dissin’ in them songs, i know you a b+tch
i know who with me, right or wrong, gon’ take that trip
that si’s in your kit, n+ggas make me sick
i’m fresh as h+ll, so your b+tch might wanna take a pic
every n+gga ’round me rich, b+tch, take a pic
every n+gga ’round me up, ho, we goin’ crazy
i wear a rubber when i f+ck ’cause she wanna have my babies
[chorus: dolla dame]
look, found out i’m rich in real life, she let me f+ck the first night
pair of bust downs on, every diamond real ice
we don’t even check the price, we just poppin’ tags
a rich b+tch, she got louis on her shopping bag
already know that i’m that n+gga, you ain’t gotta ask
you ain’t gotta give me credit ’cause i want the cash
before i go broke around this b+tch, i’ll put on a mask
‘fore i go broke around this b+tch, i’ll be in your grass
[verse 2: just bang]
before i ever go broke, i’ll be back bippin’
i’m talkin’ cookin’ fresh coke in my grandma kitchen
get a n+gga out his chain, i’m right back strippin’
n+ggas out here singin’ songs, y’all right back snitchin’
and every time i go broke, sh+t get fixed
and every time i’m in the [?][1:27], whips get biffed
i seen a half a key of coke, sh+t got flipped
i think the max stepped on it, this sh+t came whipped
f&n blue+tip, they shoot out crisp
forty+cal with a switch, it shoot off lips
this thirty+eight extra special, it come on trip
nah, i ain’t clingin’ to a b+tch, she stay on my hip
[chorus: dolla dame]
found out i’m rich in real life, she let me f+ck the first night
pair of bust downs on, every diamond real ice
we don’t even check the price, we just poppin’ tags
a rich b+tch, she got louis on her shopping bag
already know that i’m that n+gga, you ain’t gotta ask
you ain’t gotta give me credit ’cause i want the cash
before i go broke around this b+tch, i’ll put on a mask
‘fore i go broke around this b+tch, i’ll be in your grass
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