Alex Wiley - Dollar Please lyrics

[Verse 1: Kembe X] Uhh Uh So could you spare to squat a dollar? We broke as hell, I rap but no one pays me Maybe I've been acting lazy In the trap I'm going crazy Can't state my problem, but lately It's been trouble all on my mind I'm finna up the banger on babies And I don't know what the f** I'm gon find Real n***a on the grind n***as panickin Bad b**hes making me sandwiches Finna lace my swisher with Anacin Don't trip, yo b**h gon handle it Pause n***a! That sh** cray No titties in your phone? n***a that sh** gay f** my liver and my lungs Keep my dick up on her tongue Now I never gotta listen to what that b**h say Throw some D's, Blow some trees I don't give no f** I ain't never seen my penis, cause it's always in her bu*t I be flipping hella tables And stealing hella cable Now my neighbors hella angry cause they p**n bill done gone up f** naw bruh I can't fold for your bullsh** I should get a gun and hella bullets Then ride around in yo hood Know The Village up to no good Finna get it tatted all on my dick And I got a bad b**h all on my dick When we send it up it's madness, all cause my clique Don't give no f** [Hook: Alex Wiley] Let me get a dollar Let me get a dollar Let me hold that dollar n***a Know you got that dollar n***a x2 [Verse 2: Alex Wiley] Titties in my phone From a b**h that is not my b**h Hey b**h, come tickle my privates Living life like it's YOLO on my eyelids Then it's bye-bye b**h Back to the trap I go n***as real cold at the rap, I know Pimp suit and a cane, if she lacks my dough Baby powder in my hand, I'mma smack my hoes Fist a b**h like Pacquiao Green crack is crackin, my pack is loud Hey man, be clear, this my daddy house If you got a dollar gon swag me out Rap real good, give me a dollar please If not b**h, you can go and swallow deez That's why I'm givin yo b**h a whole lot of D And she's making me nachos with a lot of cheese [Monster Mike] I be f**ing your hoes about raw as me at this rap sh** So that's pretty raw You ain't f**ing her right I put stuff in her bu*t and take all of the pics with my cellular phone YOLO b**h! f** the opps n***a yo whole b**h, s**ed the FOP She's on my dick, I call her draws I just text the b**h, but you got to call Cause y'all be rappin hella bad, ain't even tryna rock with ya All I do is swa-swa-swag, and all you do is Hollister I'm tryna get on or something Let me get a dollar bruh If not I'm upping ratchet, and on God I'm taking all your stuff YOLO [Hook: Alex Wiley]