Chris Webby - I Need A Dollar lyrics

[Hook] I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need Well I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need Said I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need If I share with you my story, would you share your dollar with me [Verse 1: Chris Webby] You see I'm broke, I'm not tryna brag About money, cars, hoes, j**elry and swag About to be the first dude with the game in the bag Who still lives home with his mom and his dad Screw taking a cab, I'll save my dough And get to jogging, yeah my funds are that low My car's dented up with some dirty a** rims My left headlight is duct-taped in You think I'm joking? I wish But I've also accepted the fact life is a b**h And I ain't here to complain But yo I'm just saying that uh, I'll take your dollar even if it's change Cause I've given you nothing but free music When I do release an album you can buy, please do it Now there's a fan base followin' this character About to show the world how to make it in America [Hook] [Verse 2: Chris Webby] You see it don't matter, nationwide everybody heard of me Cause my wallet still lacks American currency Dudes be like “Yo you're not broke son; you're famous” Huh, and I'm still unsigned you ignoramus Boston's making money like Billy Costigan While Webby's in CT grinding for Washingtons But it's straight yo, I'm having a great time And I realize some of these things take time But I put out more hits than A-Rod And gotta work a seven-dollar an hour day job Don't have the money, but I have the sk**s And respect that's worth more on the real, I'm the real deal Soon enough I'll have my fill and pay off all these late lawyer bills About to have a mil in the stash, for real it's a fact Need bills to the max, TiVo bring it back [Hook] [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Eh, Webby I got you bro Pittsburgh in this b**h, Mac Miller Aight look, I start my name with a capital “M” You missed the start of the show, but you catchin' the end MC's up in my cypher, come and show me love Say, “Mac look at you kid, you really growin' up” Before I ever had a video to look at A bunch of weed and mixtapes fillin' up my book bag Doing it, feelin' it, keepin' it real One in a million, needin' a feel Bringin' the stage, whippin' 'em aways Kid be livin' in the City of Steel There's a hundred billion rappers in the world Yeah I'm one of many, get this money better understand me No plan B, b**hes no panties Bunch of hoes tryna Facebook fan me Platinum record, I get a Grammy California Kush and parties in Miami Got the game by the titty, she my nanny Thumbs up motherf**er, aha [Hook]