Kasper - Dollars lyrics

I ain't tripping off my old b**h I'm chasin dollars not hoes I'm about to be so rich These f*ggots hating they can come and s** my whole dick I hit the weights every day on some swole sh** I ain't ever had a Glock, I don't own clips If you on some real sh** come get both fists But that's the problem, I never started sh**, I never robbed em But the they wanna run up on me and be talking like I got him As if there ever was a problem, you ain't in my ranks no nada Y'all be coming at my flanks no Shabba f** that sh** man, I've been hiding out in Gotham These rappers f**in up, and it's coming time to drop em You can't slow him down and You can't ever stop him Boy I get the crowds rockin cuz my sh** is really poppin I make em scream dawg, you barely get they heads noddin You just jealous cuz you not him, the white hopsin We set traps in the trap but somehow the rats got in Press delete on all these gay f*gs Need to fumigate fast, to show me where the motherf**ing snakes at Ain't recording on an eight track, but my Spotify tracks gettin mad playback Put it on repeat while you sleep til I got enough money for a maybach and I'm laid back with an eighth sack Throw it in the blunt then I lace that then I face that with a gray cap Til I'm way trashed I'm saint pat in a great vast definition of a slab sippin grain xan while I'm tripping off 8 tabs Before the plane lands, in the desert terrain sands