Dollars Make Sense

Yall dont know nothin about this hee-are
Hahahahahahaha, yeah! its kurupt young gotti
Hehaha, sup warren g? its my homeboy, huh?
With my ****** crucial conflict, huh ?
Chillin, huh? bumpin, puffin on a little bit of that hay*toke* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Dollars make sense, its all incorporated
Ima get it all, since a bg
I done did it all, was in it all
When I first thought
I was in the wrong
Couple tokes, alcohol
Got everything
I need, hennessey and ****
Since my arrival, based on this modern-day survival
Evrything is technicality, everything based on reality
So how do
I get paid, all these licks nowadays
They want me laid, dropped and plagued, ak mouth is sprayed
Its like
Im blind, and
I just cant see
Warren g, ima holler at the homey shorty b'shorty b its me!', g dove,
Im out to make a grip
So call crucial conflict and lets make us some bomb ****
Look at me on the m-i-c
Tryin to stack my tips, comin in a big ole ride
With all that bumpin side, livin up in your eyes, surprise
Hangin on the corners where the young brothers be comin up
The gangbangers be gunnin up, the type of brothers that roll with us
High tech with much respect, with all that gs swarmin
Like g-funk in your eyes and make you see we about that cashflow
Put em in a lasso, dont try to sweat, no joke
We illa your side, in the back we get hot, trade bump and hit em up
With the jigs up,
Freaks from the west to the east to the south where they chief
Kurupt in the mind, young gotti down with the raw dog flict
I aint no tricks, ***** wildstyle, enemies get closed down
We rock the shows, slammin dos, cali to chi-town
So chop it up,
Im gonna kick some **** about whats goin on
Have to get my loot up so
I suit upLooked in the mirror said to myself 'its gon be gone'
Im sick of goin thru the things that
I have to do do
Cops are happy to jack fools,
Im strictly ever gon gank move
I hate to be the one that have to take it
But you best believe
Id die to make it
Anywhere in the world
Im standin with my pockets naked
Set it out set it out, thats what ima holler
On some slick, tryin to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollar
Watchin you watchin me, hope
I slip and bust my knees
Ima have to greet you at the pond, you should just be thinkin cs
Comin out at ease, no matter what
Im still hard to please
Flap flappin sky, be real til the day
I leave so sneeze
Chorus: reel tight
Talin bout that money, dollar
Gettin that money, gettin paid*repeat x3*
We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, whats happenin? rollin
Cruise-controllin, the fo and daynes swell up
Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in case
Im lavish
Tryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies created
Men are shady, straight make me drink til my thoughts get swavy
I think, maybe if
I blink things will get back gravy
But loccs in the hood they lord be makin it hard so lately
But I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw **** is that will pay me
Westside of california, on these corners pimpin daily
Retire out on the lakefront, smokin blunts
Takin the sale g, trap me like the male be
To the westside
Im a mental, all the regulators trail me
Dont kick it out, lets do this
Comin out the do, we down to wall
Gotta get in the business,
Tell me wahts the call, we to the fall to ball
We cant just fold up,
Gotta whole bunch of homies dependin on this, shonuff
This only hustle is for brothers,
Feel to bring the business so slow up
And we still up on a mini gold rush
Ready to make the world go down
Bound to get it cos
Im down wit it
Now shitty the city, conflicts causin critics to bite tongues
Aint the one, with the shotgun, showdown
My town to your town on the rebound for them papers
Its like brother brother brother how you make em get down?
From the lbc to the chi-town, westside straight gettin down
Hittin switches and we checkin all snitches
Gettin all riches, and flossin in our pictures
Its time for some new hits, one of us
You know I spit some coast to coast love from your homey g dove
Chorus (x7)