R. City - Slave To The Dollar lyrics

[Intro] I'm a slave to the dollar To the dollar,to the dollar Rock City Right About Now [Hook] I'm a slave to the dollar Man ah man never had that's why we die for the dollar (Yea-aye) Cheat and rob and lie for the dollar (whoa-oh) Just let it k** dem k** dem all it k** dem [Verse 1] Ugh, spending this bread getting to my head f** what yall said man I want a lot of money Every red cent that I go get I ain't gon lie man it make these hoes love me I ain't had nothing if I ever want something I'mma have to go get it and I just might buss it Buss it buss it buss it buss it buss it (woo hey huuh) They all got a problem when you came from the bottom And ya moved in their building then they asking you some questions See it's alright when ya skin lil light But they really don't like when you're my complexion I don't really care I just let lil man swing On top the chandeliers and I wish they say sum'n Sum'n sum'n sum'n sum'n yuh can't do me nothing wah You need a couple hundreds just to get a couple grand Cause you wanna make a milli so you hit the ground running Anybody tell you it's the root of all evil Man lemme tell you something man them n***as just frontin' Ya got one life and ya live it twice Whether wrong or right man ya better just spend it Spend it spend it spend it spend it Ya can't take it with ya better spend it [Hook] I'm a slave to the dollar Man ah man never had that's why we die for the dollar (Yea-aye) Cheat and rob and lie for the dollar (whoa-oh) Just let it k** dem k** dem all it k** dem I'm a slave to the dollar Man ah man ah work real hard for the dollar We even risk it all for the dollar Man ah man ah hustle and ah hustle for a milli on de corner Housing [Verse 2] Yaow, look I just wanna live I don't need the money n***a yea right who the f** am I kidding You know I gotta stunt and get a lil fresh For them hoes guess I'm a slave to the women Pull up to the club with me and all my n***as So whoever's at the front better not be trippin trippin Trippin you just a door man muf**a stop trippin (woo) Liste, first cla** flight different girl every night Least once in my life I can say that I did it Living in the hood and you're broke so ya move that dope Now the police paying you a visit Work real hard still can't get job One way or the other muf**a I'ma get it get it get it Either I'ma die trying or I'ma get it forget it Raised in the trap but I made it out of that And I ain't looking back n***a I ain't stopping I ain't never had so as soon as I get it You know I'mma hit the mall n***a time to go shopping Say that I'm black and I don't know how to act Well my n***a just for that I'm about to get it poppin' Poppin' poppin' Get dis mudusc*nt rocking [Hook] I'm a slave to the dollar Man ah man never had that's why we die for the dollar (Yea-aye) Cheat and rob and lie for the dollar (whoa-oh) Just let it k** dem k** dem all it k** dem I'm a slave to the dollar Man ah man ah work real hard for the dollar We even risk it all for the dollar Man ah man ah hustle and ah hustle for a milli on de corner Alright alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright alright Man ah man ah hustle and ah hustle for a milli on de corner