ESGN - Dollaz lyrics

[Verse 1 - G-Wiz] 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' k**a, 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 n***as with me, two hundred n***as don't care about Ten bad b**hes 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 n***as, your whole side don't care about Ten bu*ter b**hes 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 [Verse 2] Once upon a time be a story that no one knows Just a n***a from G.I. 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 b**h 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 b**h says I ain't f**in' 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 [Verse 3 - Freddie Gibbs] 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 n***as gettin' it But just might let these b**hes 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 b**hes, let me flash out on these n***as In a brand new 'vette, straight Bat-mobile Got it blacked out on these n***as It's clear and it's vivid that I'm livin' ignorant as a muthaf**a 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 motherf**in' dollar