Malik B. - Dolla Bill lyrics

[Intro: Scratching] *Militant* *Back in the booth* [Verse 1: Malik B] You n***as is traitors I gave you hard-working labour I gave you your flavour you f**ing Bohemian haters You n***as is fakers you gave me crumbs now give me cakes The movers and fakers can f** around and catch the vapors While I'm pulling capers watch how she's jumping like the Lakers I want land with acres you f**ing [?] papers I'm from back in the day when them n***as was wearing [?] And [?] they treat you like a racist Mili-Militant yeah I'm back in the booth .30-30 pop I hit ya a** from the roof, yeah It's the truth [?] shoot on ya where you [?] Money [?] with body shots 'till your body drop (uh) I ain't got the hammer co*ked to probably shoot [?] we talk about we should've called a truce Shout to all my n***as that be hanging on [?] Waiting to make their sh** bark, bang, let loose Chill, man chill let's get at a dolla bill, they told me Chill let's get at a dolla bill, *they* Chill let's get at a dolla bill, they told me Chill let's get at a dolla bill [Outro: Scratching] *Militant* *Back in the booth*