Shawty Lo, Parlae - Dubs, 50's, 100's lyrics

Dubs, fifties
Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change
Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change

Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change
Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change
Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change
Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change

I'm the nigga
Man, I'm home, man, I got a lot of cousins
Hair shop, beauty parlor, who they stussing
These stinking bitches would say they love me
Bitch, I love y'all, too
First night stand, make it do what it do
Know that, know that, go and take the flick
This, this, this definition of rich
A Town, Bankhead, my street
A real OG's can vouch for me skin tight
Even Q-Ball love to scream

Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change
Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change
Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change
Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change

I'm blowing money like the candles on a cake
Hoe
'Cause, I'm adding Arm and Hammer on my cake
Hoe aye, I'm getting hundreds and
Hundreds and hundreds
I'm in the trap screaming
"money, more money, more money"
And I'm the motherfucking hustle man
I hold the pot and work the
Fork with my other hand
I got the J's at my window like Brother Man
'Cause, I hit the pot like
I got a couple hands
Aye, I got a rubber band bank, boy
From making plays on
Them thousand-gram cakes, boy
Dubs, fifties, and hundreds
Got me throwing up money like
I'm sick to my stomach

Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change
Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change
Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change
Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change

I ride, I die for that M-O-N-E-Y
West side, east side, M-O-N-E-Y
North side, south side, nigga, M-O-N-E-Y
We ride, we die for that M-O-N-E-Y