Trying To Get A Dollar

[Verse 1] I could turn a 9 to a half to a whole thang Funky smell out them parts like chitter night Baking soda make that shit swell like dang-a-lang You could get fucked in these streets, no jang-a-lang Niggas kill a snitch over pussy, that's a petty thing Getting it from the feds like canary, and you sang-a-lang I don't get in niggas mixes, niggas bullshit I talk money, crept flow dollar, with no pool pit Money train gang got proof, looking for the jackpot Left the bag get away, nigga that's a mouth shot Sour homie lemon dead, take the cheese outta pocket 9 milli lemon squeeze shooting like a rocket [Hook x2] I'm just another nigga tryna make a dollar Ain't turning nothing down, not even my collar Brain from your baby mama, make that bitch swall-er Fire up the gas, hit the gas and [?] [Verse 2] Slanging guns, slanging TV's, that was me Hustling dro, slanging purp nigga that was me Wrap the dumbies like mummies, nigga that was me Balloons full a pills in a mules tummy, that was me Penitentiary a nigga made plenty gwuap Cuz shit don't stop Cuz a pimp got popped Fuck niggas getting mad cuz we blowing loud Heads in the cloud, money pow, to the clouds Flipping money like a pancake, off the syrup Choppas when we bring terror Bread like Panera And when I pull that bitch out, hands in the air-er Don't waste a bullet, headshots, we ain't tryna scare ya [Hook x2]