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Sometimes I just don't even understand why people Like this dirty talkin' shit, you know what I'm sayin'? But since they do an' people buyin' this shit I'ma kick it like this You see a pimpin' ass nigga like me, is wanted dead or alive Because I jack these hooker hoes for they ten's an' they five's An' twenty's then I leave 'em branded 'cause I'm the love bandit I'm not tryin' to be mean, I want your green or you'll be stranded 'Cause you know it don't pay to play for free, yo So you shit out of luck, I need a buck to fuck You duck, hoe, bitch, tramp An' I don't take no food stamps This is a reminder, I'm lettin' you know that if I get behind ya You're gonna have to kick up or eat a dick up 'til you hiccup I treat yo' ass as if this was a stick up 'Cause you ain't nothin' but a pick-up Trick, hell, yeah, I'm offensive A spin around the bend can be expensive An' the effects'll be, they can be extensive So if I gotta fuckin' take a chance, I want my grip in advance Because it's only fo' tha money Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Now that I fucked, I want my motherfuckin' cut Oh, yeah, I'm a hoe, what you think I gave you the dick fo'? See, I can play the bitch but see I ain't the bitch You better checkin' her in an' better do it quick See, the Devil made me do it 'cause the devil was you 'Cause I done seen all the shit you took niggaz through But not me, wench, you cute saditty skanch Think I'ma be the trick nigga? Well, bitch, I ain't 'Cause I'm the type of nigga that can get you cocked Without payin' you but straight be playin' you Bitch, I thought you knew better than that See, it only fucks you up when your weak game lacks Manipulatin' moves like I do See, it just goes to show you, hoe, you can't play a true See, I can leave your broke ass fast with your cock all runny Bitch 'cause it's only fo' tha money Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Now that you know me, I'm only out to leave you broke an' lonely I find a stupid hoe an' talk her ass to matrimony Now I can be cool until we hitched But I'ma switch up on my role an' play the motherfuckin' bitch Waitin' for the mailman to come around Oh, you'se a low-down nigga, naw, man, I'm just a money hound I play the roll well, check out my limp Yeah, I'm the County Check pimp Slangin' my hand inside your purse Girl, you better keep cool 'cause the shit can get worse, damn Yo' check is short, I ain't gon' sweat, huh I take the kids' lunch money, yeah, bet An' borrow ends from yo' family an' grin I just gotta keep my bankroll comin' in An' then I kick back an' laugh 'cause it's funny Haha, I only did it fo' tha money Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all
Writer(s): James Bromley Spicer, David Franklin Reeves, Kelton Mcdonald, Lawrence Smith, Deon Jerrai Barnett, Russell W. Simmons, David Marvin Blake, Robert Bacon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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