Ab-Soul - Dollars Make Sense lyrics

[Produced by: The Antidote & King Dave] [Verse 1: Jay Rock] Twisted off the herb Kush got me lifted like some hands up in church 26 inches, sittin' off the curb Big money make a k**in' when I k** 'em with my verbs But haters wanna talk, tryin' to work my nerves Pay 'em no mind I just hit 'em where it hurts The gutter's in my blood, know i came from the dirt Step up in the place, not a stain on his shirt Don't try to jack, or things'll get worse You don't really wanna see this mac 10 emerge Might be at a bar, drinkin' like a fish Baby wanna swallow so I might grant her wish Down, spent a lot of dollars on this fit Struttin' like a pimp, see the guccis on his kicks I know the n***as jealous of a kid That's why I keep them uzis in the whip don't trip [Hook: Ab-Soul] Don't make a mothaf**er pull the tool out Or everybody's laid out like a luau Don't make a n***a make the news now You fly lookin' for somethin' to shoot down You n***as think I'm insane (insane) You think I lost my brain (my brain) [Gla**es Malone] And I could give a f** about your whits Imma tell you like this Only dollars make sense [Verse 2: Jay Rock] You n***as better recognize I can hop out and spray like a sector side A hundred rounds'll have your whole hood petrified Pull up, push on n***as for the exercise It's a chain, why you worried 'bout your necklace size? n***as 'round the corner waitin' just to snatch it Hit you with the ratchets, they do it for the practice Know a ten year old that'll come and bring you the casket It's live or die, drinkin' liquor 'till my liver fries Imma G, you can see through any given eye On any given Sunday, a n***a sinnin' heavy In the city with the water, never broke a levy You mothaf**ers ain't ready I'm hot like the Serengeti, so deadly Still jealous of a kid That's why I keep them uzis in the whip don't trip [Hook] [Verse 3: Gla**es Malone] I'm 'bout fed up with this rap sh** And Rock the only dude I wanna rap with Rest of y'all, sh**, a n***a wanna scrap with You b**hes lights, camera, action like an actress Fact is, I'm just tired of directing Now, when I yell shoot, there's bullets flyin' your direction Ground covered in blood stains and mac shells Then I ride off in the cut ti bumpin' mac swells It's Watts where prop. look is rat tail sh**, the only thing up is the crack sales So I invest, stocks in the streets Let the fans worry 'bout 'em, beach cruisin' get release You see this water, and this white is my relief Imma pump, pump, pump 'till my heart cease to beat I know y'all jealous of a crip That's why I keep them uzis in the six, don't trip b**h [Hook]