Trying To Get a Dollar

I could turn a 9 to a half to a whole thang

Funky smell out them parts like chitter night

Baking soda make that shit swell like dang-a-lang

You could get fucked in these streets, no jang-a-lang

Niggas kill a snitch over pussy, that's a petty thing

Getting it from the feds like canary, and you sang-a-lang

I don't get in niggas mixes, niggas bullshit

I talk money, crept flow dollar, with no pool pit

Money train gang got proof, looking for the jackpot

Left the bag get away, nigga that's a mouth shot

Sour homie lemon dead, take the cheese outta pocket

9 milli lemon squeeze shooting like a rocket

I'm just another nigga tryna make a dollar

Ain't turning nothing down, not even my collar

Brain from your baby mama, make that bitch swall-er

Fire up the gas, hit the gas and

Slanging guns, slanging TV's, that was me

Hustling dro, slanging purp nigga that was me

Wrap the dumbies like mummies, nigga that was me

Balloons full a pills in a mules tummy, that was me

Penitentiary a nigga made plenty gwuap

Cuz shit don't stop

Cuz a pimp got popped

Fuck niggas getting mad cuz we blowing loud

Heads in the cloud, money pow, to the clouds

Flipping money like a pancake, off the syrup

Choppas when we bring terror

Bread like Panera

And when I pull that bitch out, hands in the air-er

Don't waste a bullet, headshots, we ain't tryna scare ya

I'm just another nigga tryna make a dollar

Ain't turning nothing down, not even my collar

Brain from your baby mama, make that bitch swall-er

Fire up the gas, hit the gas and