Dollar Signs

[Verse 1] Tell you a little something bout a nigga like me Marijuana residue, on my white tee Bankroll in my pocket and the bitch all blue I'm just keeping the shit 1 hunna Free C Murder, me the truth Truth nigga til I'm dead If I die bury me beside my .44 And smoke a whole pound But again I'ma keep on serving Stunting on these bitches, swerving If something dead go real fast Drop top and [?] My rich bitch foreign Smoking weed and dranking syrup At 8 o clock in the morning My trap spot loud open Nigga in 9 o clock in the morning 1 pm pat came from dirt for real out in California [Hook x2] I got customers out my door Counting money, talking on the phone Yo bitch on my other line But she ain't talking dollar signs Yo bitch on my other line But she ain't talking dollar signs She send me text lets go for lunch I text her back I ain't got time [Verse 2] Dollar signs, dollar signs Yo bitch on my other line, I ain't lying She just called my phone said she got dick all on her mind I said bitch when you get drunk you say that all the time That's yo favorite line But I ain't got time She ready to get the pussy up and blame it on the alcohol Swear she getting money but that bitch be still in at the mall Any given time she ready to come out of them draws She love giving head but she ain't got no walls Got money stashed in the ceiling in the floor and in the walls Out in L.A balling like I'm Chris Paul Your {?} going through withdrawal [Hook]