Freddie Gibbs - Dollaz lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs - Dollaz lyrics]
Feelin' lavish in the cabin of my coupe GT
No roof, two seat
Me and my two pounds of indo from Mendocino
Ask my primo, he know
We came up from Regals and Cadillacs
Raised in the days of box
Phase and powder packs now we blowin' killa
God damn strong as Anthrax
Gasoline poured on the sack is
What it smell bout
Weed so fire, it leave a trail, inhale about
Seven grams an hour, no sour
Ain't got to tell you
Got five niggas with me
Two hundred niggas don't care about
Ten bad bitches that love me
That I don't care about
Hit me on that throw away, talking dirty
What's that amount
How much of the cake can you
Finish in a week from now
I run with five Gary niggas
Your whole side don't care about
Ten butter bitches that break
Bread in large amounts
Hit me twenty four hour fiendin'
Boy we can work it out
How much of the cake can you
Finish a week from now
Once upon a time be a story that no one knows
Just a nigga from GI where they
Jackin' move through the snow
Change yo mind about a crime
And your pockets already low
Cause you're down and don't get mine
Sit back with ya, blow the smoke
Roll that dope
I smoke designer in ESGN apparel
Man bitch that get that close to
Make fortune ain't on my level
I don't love em, I don't keep em around
Till I hold em in my hand
Then I shake em around and let you blow
I'm rollin' dice I'm twice on the mic
Act like you know it
And the bitch says I ain't fuckin' around
Act like you know it
And it seems just like I'm livin' the life
Act like you know it
Haters hate, I see the hate in your eyes
Already knowin' bout
Dollaz dollaz dollaz stackin' my
Dollaz dollaz dollaz gettin' my
Dollaz dollaz dollaz all about
Dollaz dollaz dollaz
Stackin' my dollaz, choppin' my cheese
Step out on the block and break
A brick of dope fee workin' off the chirp
I gotta stay off in these projects
Trade it for it's texture
Gary niggas gettin' it
But just might let these
Bitches dopin' dollas, take me under
I can die in the winter
Just let me ball out for the summer
Let me ball out on these bitches
Let me flash out on these niggas
In a brand new 'vette, straight Bat-mobile
Got it blacked out on these niggas
It's clear and it's vivid that I'm
Livin' ignorant as a muthafucka
Cuz why would I make them envy
Me when I should have lived, my brother?
The ills of black America slave
Pinned me against my brother
So when I get murdered by one of own
The reason shall be no other
Than a motherfuckin' dollar
No roof, two seat
Me and my two pounds of indo from Mendocino
Ask my primo, he know
We came up from Regals and Cadillacs
Raised in the days of box
Phase and powder packs now we blowin' killa
God damn strong as Anthrax
Gasoline poured on the sack is
What it smell bout
Weed so fire, it leave a trail, inhale about
Seven grams an hour, no sour
Ain't got to tell you
Got five niggas with me
Two hundred niggas don't care about
Ten bad bitches that love me
That I don't care about
Hit me on that throw away, talking dirty
What's that amount
How much of the cake can you
Finish in a week from now
I run with five Gary niggas
Your whole side don't care about
Ten butter bitches that break
Bread in large amounts
Hit me twenty four hour fiendin'
Boy we can work it out
How much of the cake can you
Finish a week from now
Once upon a time be a story that no one knows
Just a nigga from GI where they
Jackin' move through the snow
Change yo mind about a crime
And your pockets already low
Cause you're down and don't get mine
Sit back with ya, blow the smoke
Roll that dope
I smoke designer in ESGN apparel
Man bitch that get that close to
Make fortune ain't on my level
I don't love em, I don't keep em around
Till I hold em in my hand
Then I shake em around and let you blow
I'm rollin' dice I'm twice on the mic
Act like you know it
And the bitch says I ain't fuckin' around
Act like you know it
And it seems just like I'm livin' the life
Act like you know it
Haters hate, I see the hate in your eyes
Already knowin' bout
Dollaz dollaz dollaz stackin' my
Dollaz dollaz dollaz gettin' my
Dollaz dollaz dollaz all about
Dollaz dollaz dollaz
Stackin' my dollaz, choppin' my cheese
Step out on the block and break
A brick of dope fee workin' off the chirp
I gotta stay off in these projects
Trade it for it's texture
Gary niggas gettin' it
But just might let these
Bitches dopin' dollas, take me under
I can die in the winter
Just let me ball out for the summer
Let me ball out on these bitches
Let me flash out on these niggas
In a brand new 'vette, straight Bat-mobile
Got it blacked out on these niggas
It's clear and it's vivid that I'm
Livin' ignorant as a muthafucka
Cuz why would I make them envy
Me when I should have lived, my brother?
The ills of black America slave
Pinned me against my brother
So when I get murdered by one of own
The reason shall be no other
Than a motherfuckin' dollar