Drumma Boy - Dollar Signs lyrics

[Verse 1] Tell you a little something bout a n***a like me Marijuana residue, on my white tee Bankroll in my pocket and the b**h all blue I'm just keeping the sh** 1 hunna Free C Murder, me the truth Truth n***a 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 b**hes, swerving If something dead go real fast Drop top and [?] My rich b**h foreign Smoking weed and dranking syrup At 8 o clock in the morning My trap spot loud open n***a 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 b**h on my other line But she ain't talking dollar signs Yo b**h 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 b**h on my other line, I ain't lying She just called my phone said she got dick all on her mind I said b**h 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 p**y up and blame it on the alcohol Swear she getting money but that b**h 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]