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fly union - dolla bills lyrics

[hook]
br-br-br-br-bread in the toaster
burn it up
what they talking?
we ain’t heard enough
bread in the toaster
burn it up
what they talking?
we ain’t heard enough

[verse 1: iyeball]
porsche coming, we gone drop the roof
cut the wheels like a f-cking coupe
you don’t f-ck with me
sh-t i don’t f-ck with you
you ’bout lies, and i’m telling truth
i’m ’bout dirt and you follow rules
i break them sh-ts and i pay the dues
you ’bout telling me all the sh-t that you finna do
you an interlude
gold chains and them gold fronts
that’s for b-tches in tv
dumb sh-t what you seeing
what the f-ck you believe in?
i’m ’bout making the motherf-ckers with all the cheese believe in me
my homeboy in that mouse trap
where they don’t get no sound at
it ain’t no hoes and no loud pack
i feel for him, we gone bounce back
got whatever you need homie
wide awake with these dreams homie
count sh-t you can’t even figure
her -ss wider than a cadillac
i’m smashin’ that i’m like “skrrt!”
d-mn, body shop they like “oh man!”
sh-t leaking like a car wash
damp damp, i got wamp wamp
i got food stamps and her legs cramp
we in the hamptons, i’m porsche cayenne’in
n-ggas still on that fly sh-t
still on that i might die sh-t
still on that i don’t give a f-ck what it cost still might buy sh-t

[hook]

[bridge] x2
dolla bills, dolls bills
five hundred, half a mil

[verse 2]
god d-mn, i’m like sh-t n-gga
guess this what i get n-gga
hundred grand worth of charcoal with no barcode
i’m like this n-gga
jammed up, but i took the bail like a gift n-gga
no b-tch n-gga
no snitch n-gga
this crime pays
cashing in on them rainy days
when i was growing up, ain’t have enough
that’s why i’m acting up
like fat booty’s, like buying sh-t
like selling sh-t
sh-t i might have something that you trying to get
sh-t it might be something that you might’ve missed
and i might have more if you adding this
i might be what they say i am
and i might’ve did what they say i did
got a midas touch, i ain’t blowing smoke
i’m blowing up
y’all n-ggas tokens, i’m in her slot
jackpot approaching, my couch cost yo crib n-gga
my crib paid by yo rent n-gga
pull the john in a mac truck
ain’t sh-t you can tell me ’bout sh-t n-gga
unless you live this and don’t fear sh-t
did sh-t and can’t see sh-t through these tints
i’m breaking bad at this campsite
been cooking up for my whole life
eating good i got a appet-te
shoulda bought a stack of these apple pies when the price is right
before the [?], f-ck the hecklers
for the record, furthermore ain’t much more to tell ya

[hook]

[bridge]

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