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Some information about Dollar Lyrics Title: Haystak - Dollar lyrics Artist: Haystak Album: Car Fulla White Boys Visitors: 13 visitors have visited Dollar Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. We gonna break this down and roll a blunt YEAH ( Verse 1 ) Since the seventh grade I was told I would never excel HopelessI would either be dead or in jail Destined to fail But I done came to far to turn back Just poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks I learned to add and subtract And I never went back To that lil school I had been sent to Find some shit I could get in to Been through more by the time I was eighteen Then most people go through before they thirty I m from the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy ) Trouble-makerhard-headed motherfucker In one ear and out the other I got a brother named bubba Different daddy same mother Remind me of when I was younger lil bad motherfucker My told me son it s time to settle down Momma your baby s a player and I get around I be up all night gone on that Hennessey and weed The only thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed ( Chorus ) If I had a dollar for all of y all That wanna see me in my grave I could just pack up and move away And spend the rest of my days getting paid If I had a dime for every time Somebody tried to insult my game I d be in the islands doing fine Counting money sipping some champaign ( Verse 2 ) Woooinhale the weed smokeease my tension I was a bad boyin and out of juvenile detention I grew up making bargains to get back on the streets I concentrated on paper just to get back on my feet I m money mindedsaw my people progress ParanoidI m underneath a bullet proof vest Staying stressedpeeping out the curtains knowing death is certain I know them killers is lurking HaHaSmirking when I ride by they broke ass I aint stunting emcause they aint making no cash I m gonna let them royalty checks accumulate We so good with it there s nothing you can do but hate ( Chorus ) Repeat 1 ( Verse 3 ) Whooo I gotta be thinking I m get my ass killed Filled with strap kneel Cause over the passed years it s bad here in Nashville This one s for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field Way before the record deals we pack stealthat s real Dropped a CD at every jackhead club Out to get me thinking I m a million dollar motherfucker But at night I can t sleepI toss and turn Visions of Benz s be bought and money being burned I might not hit the billboard but I m keeping it crunk And I get much love in Beechwood and lil Will s trunk you know no eastcoast to westcoast may not see that I get big love where I be atBitch believe that So many setbacks I got to try to overcome I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh While that AK 47 shell cut me in half Yeahthen you woke up you hater Why don t you do something with your life Get money boyget up off yo ass Stop hating on me and mine and get ya own That s what the hell you need to do Bring the hook back boy ( Chorus ) If I had a dollar for all of y all That wanna see me in my grave I could just pack up and move away And spend the rest of my days getting paid If I had a dime for everytime One of y all tried to insult my game I would just... ( Haystak ) First thing you knowStak ll be a millionaire What couldn t I do if I had that ( hahahaha ha ) Hottest songs from Haystak : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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