Tyrese, The Game - Get Dollaz lyrics
[Tyrese, The Game - Get Dollaz lyrics]
See I been around the world gettin' dollars
Black cards and porn stars, holla
(Fuck him, you should be ridin' with me)
And I'll probably put dick
To your favorite chick
No
(She know what's up, nigga jump in the V)
Because I'm ballin', cause I'm ballin'
Ballin'
(Hey yo nigga you ain't supposed to open
Them fuckin' shrimps with your hands, nigga
International nigga)
Mothafucka it's young Hoffa, the Don Dada
None hotter, red Polo fleece, Air Force 1's
Prada
'07, 600, Kit Robus
They can't rob us, approach the car
Get shot up
Shoot back, bulletproof shit
The roof is transclusive
Hop out the top shootin'
At your ball cap
Fall back or get you all clapped
Five shots
Hecklor & Koch over them tall stacks
I bluff haters, pull quick, can't shake us
Like crap shooters in Vegas fallin'
Out for the paper
Nigga we don't stop
Till all the Don bottles is popped
We tote Glocks andthrow back rocks
Patron shots
All niggas know not to infultrate my crew
We get money and fuck bitches better than you
I'm not Sean, I'm the top don
More like the top gun
Call Tom Cruise and tell him we got one
Yo, first Compton nigga to ever go to
Mo' fuckin' France and eat French fries
Nigga
It's what I do, I'm Rich
Game, bitch, respect me
Nigga
Can't fuck with me, nigga
The black Jim Hoffa
Hold up, yo the kid's back with big stacks
Fuck the chit chat
Click-clack, cock the fo' fifth back
Bang, in broad day
Mid-town Manhattan the broad way
Of any pissy project hallway
It's the black rag assassin over
Benjamins I'll hop out blastin'
Dodger fitted, three holes in my ski mask
Paper plates on the magnum, toe tag 'em
White bag 'em
Cops can't find evidence so they harrass him
Big money, beat cases
Got lawyers to eat cases
Taylor, Versace suit's and brief cases
I make bail and take sail
Somewhere in the Bahamas
In my condo feedin' piranhas
Niggas can't beat him
Better hop in the Lambo with him
My flow hot, create water falls in 7 denim
Same rules apply for Joe's Jeans
Ed Hardy and True Religion
Hop out the roof is missin'
Gone
See I been around the world gettin' dollars
Black cards and porn stars, holla
(Fuck him, you should be ridin' with me)
And I'll probably put dick
To your favorite chick
No
(She know what's up, nigga jump in the V)
Because I'm ballin', cause I'm ballin'
Ballin'
(Hey yo nigga you ain't supposed to open
Them fuckin' shrimps with your hands, nigga
International nigga)
Black cards and porn stars, holla
(Fuck him, you should be ridin' with me)
And I'll probably put dick
To your favorite chick
No
(She know what's up, nigga jump in the V)
Because I'm ballin', cause I'm ballin'
Ballin'
(Hey yo nigga you ain't supposed to open
Them fuckin' shrimps with your hands, nigga
International nigga)
Mothafucka it's young Hoffa, the Don Dada
None hotter, red Polo fleece, Air Force 1's
Prada
'07, 600, Kit Robus
They can't rob us, approach the car
Get shot up
Shoot back, bulletproof shit
The roof is transclusive
Hop out the top shootin'
At your ball cap
Fall back or get you all clapped
Five shots
Hecklor & Koch over them tall stacks
I bluff haters, pull quick, can't shake us
Like crap shooters in Vegas fallin'
Out for the paper
Nigga we don't stop
Till all the Don bottles is popped
We tote Glocks andthrow back rocks
Patron shots
All niggas know not to infultrate my crew
We get money and fuck bitches better than you
I'm not Sean, I'm the top don
More like the top gun
Call Tom Cruise and tell him we got one
Yo, first Compton nigga to ever go to
Mo' fuckin' France and eat French fries
Nigga
It's what I do, I'm Rich
Game, bitch, respect me
Nigga
Can't fuck with me, nigga
The black Jim Hoffa
Hold up, yo the kid's back with big stacks
Fuck the chit chat
Click-clack, cock the fo' fifth back
Bang, in broad day
Mid-town Manhattan the broad way
Of any pissy project hallway
It's the black rag assassin over
Benjamins I'll hop out blastin'
Dodger fitted, three holes in my ski mask
Paper plates on the magnum, toe tag 'em
White bag 'em
Cops can't find evidence so they harrass him
Big money, beat cases
Got lawyers to eat cases
Taylor, Versace suit's and brief cases
I make bail and take sail
Somewhere in the Bahamas
In my condo feedin' piranhas
Niggas can't beat him
Better hop in the Lambo with him
My flow hot, create water falls in 7 denim
Same rules apply for Joe's Jeans
Ed Hardy and True Religion
Hop out the roof is missin'
Gone
See I been around the world gettin' dollars
Black cards and porn stars, holla
(Fuck him, you should be ridin' with me)
And I'll probably put dick
To your favorite chick
No
(She know what's up, nigga jump in the V)
Because I'm ballin', cause I'm ballin'
Ballin'
(Hey yo nigga you ain't supposed to open
Them fuckin' shrimps with your hands, nigga
International nigga)
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