212 Recording - Dolla Bills lyrics

Late at night, I'm bout to put the ball in Got a couple seconds left with a 3 point shot and I'm hot so I'm all in Homie what's my name? Kobe, but they don't know me Till I pull the chain out, let the mothaf**a hang out That's a gift from my father, he was an OG Yup, so it's in my veins, wanting the same, got one in the chain Make one false move, put one in your brain I am one boss dude, got hundreds to claim Money ain't a thing b**h, but in this world Money be the main, so the all-seeing-eye see it all in a day & you can call me a lot but can't call me a slave Yo but check my chains, all of them hang like I hang wit a gang And a gang tryna run up on my neck, then it's bang bang Brains all over the street, like a slain thing I'm a sick muhf**a, I ain't tryna be a dawg Just a rich muhf**a, in the hill grants still Tryna make a couple mill and if I can't do that I'ma steal Cause I need dolla bills, boy I need dolla bills The root of all evil y'all Well tell me how that mothaf**a feels Dolla bills, boy I need dolla bills The root of all evil y'all Well tell me how that mothaf**a feels Wanting the same, got one in the chain And I barely got one to my name Wanting the same, got one in the chain And I barely got one to my name Boy I need dolla bills Pulled up in my ride, we tryna make it smooth so we hopped in I don't work a 9 to 5, move a little work on the side When I wake's when I clock in Fools say I'm nice, real dudes say I'm rude And I move like I'm on ice, on edge, and on dice Rollin 6 three times, like I'm hittin up my Lord Christ Lord knows that my cool right It's the world outside that'll make a man sword fight Pull swords, and poor light out on my living room floor In my drawer, is the 4'5, that's a gift from my pops Told me if any man try to break inside the house then let off shots And the shots got let off but they was breakin & entering I ain't have to jet off, the cops came Put the gun to the couch, neighbors watch me Everybody lookin at my face like I'm not sane High octane, and I be feeling like ‘all eyes on me' Just ain't a 'Pac thing but more like my thing And I don't f** with these hoes cause I got game I don't got change or a dolla to my name but I maintain And all my mothaf**in dollars are the same thing Dolla bills, dolla bills, boy I need dolla bills The root of all evil y'all Well tell me how that mothaf**a feels Dolla bills, boy I need dolla bills The root of all evil y'all Well tell me how that mothaf**a feels Wanting the same, got one in the chain And I barely got one to my name Wanting the same, got one in the chain And I barely got one to my name Boy I need dolla bills Ever since a young age, I was always taught that you gotta get gold But you rest on the Sunday, Monday I was back to the grind Doing hands-on work, but my hands on the pine & the surface Fear about my enemies, lost on the road … Merchin, oh you want work Ain't enough work that your whole body is submersed in Well come and make a purchase The first buy, is the iceberg on the surface Worthless, until you explain it's a purpose We move funds like you move guns in the service Just lookin what the world took The other day I had this summer girl down, look sh** ain't all good around these parts they get crooked And we can't keep playing by the book We gotta get wicked No more division, only multiply in the eyes of division She be wondering why I be whilin' and b**hin Cause we ain't got digits b**h I need dolla bills, boy I need dolla bills The root of all evil y'all Well tell me how that mothaf**a feels Dolla bills, boy I need dolla bills The root of all evil y'all Well tell me how that mothaf**a feels Wanting the same, got one in the chain And I barely got one to my name Wanting the same, got one in the chain And I barely got one to my name Boy I need dolla bills