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tyler jets - dollarsigns lyrics

[hook:tyler]
ok that money money money keep falling out my duffle bag, money money money money money got my pants saggin’ all i see is money money money throwin’ dollar signs, shawty do it for me won’t you buss it for a dollar sign, pull up in that new foreign something they never seen before, pull up in that new skir something they never seen before

[verse 1:tyler]
a hundred bottles coming a hundred models coming, i wish a n-gga would b-tch i’m paul bunyan, bullsh-t walk but she run from it money falling my pockets clumsy, got good brain but she walk stupid, they g-ssed up but i’m car pooling big pockets i mean stair tall, that bullsh-t still miss me n-gga air ball, diamonds sing like diana ross i don’t know another n-gga f-ckin’ with tyler, pay me for freestyles that bullsh-t miss me, i don’t even write raps, hoe i rewrite history, fresh to death i pop toe tags, the crown fit gym cl-ss, pull up in that new droptop behind me, hop out that bit’ like i’m skydivin’

[hook:tyler]

[verse 2:tyler]
young! chains on put the b-tch to sleep, got fat pockets kamora lee all i smoke is palm tress, n-gga yo pockets on short sleeve who you know hotter with this young sh-t, who you know hotter with this dumb sh-t, shawty throw that p-ssy at me that’s a interception, (my b-tches love me) money all in my duffle bag, all she know is prada louis, all i know is a lot of cash, but it’s mob this is the testament i’m definite but what’s the meaning, i’m fly as h-ll is that angel or demon ?

[hook:tyler]

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