Ivan "Iyeball" Houpe - Dolla Bills lyrics

[Hook] Br-br-br-br-bread in the toaster Burn it up What they talking? We ain't heard enough Bread in the toaster Burn it up What they talking? We ain't heard enough [Verse 1: Iyeball] Porsche coming, we gone drop the roof Cut the wheels like a f**ing coupe You don't f** with me sh** I don't f** with you You 'bout lies, and I'm telling truth I'm 'bout dirt and you follow rules I break them sh**s and I pay the dues You 'bout telling me all the sh** that you finna do You an interlude Gold chains and them gold fronts That's for b**hes in TV Dumb sh** what you seeing What the f** you believe in? I'm 'bout making the motherf**ers with all the cheese believe in me My homeboy in that mouse trap Where they don't get no sound at It ain't no hoes and no loud pack I feel for him, we gone bounce back Got whatever you need homie Wide awake with these dreams homie Count sh** you can't even figure Her a** wider than a Cadillac I'm smashin' that I'm like "Skrrt!" Damn, body shop they like "Oh man!" sh** leaking like a car wash Damp damp, I got wamp wamp I got food stamps and her legs cramp We in the Hamptons, I'm Porsche Cayenne'in n***as still on that fly sh** Still on that I might die sh** Still on that I don't give a f** what it cost still might buy sh** [Hook] [Bridge] x2 Dolla bills, dolls bills Five hundred, half a mil [Verse 2] God damn, I'm like sh** n***a Guess this what I get n***a Hundred grand worth of charcoal with no barcode I'm like this n***a Jammed up, but I took the bail like a gift n***a No b**h n***a No snitch n***a This crime pays Cashing in on them rainy days When I was growing up, ain't have enough That's why I'm acting up Like fat booty's, like buying sh** Like selling sh** sh** I might have something that you trying to get sh** it might be something that you might've missed And I might have more if you adding this I might be what they say I am And I might've did what they say I did Got a Midas touch, I ain't blowing smoke I'm blowing up Y'all n***as tokens, I'm in her slot Jackpot approaching, my couch cost yo crib n***a My crib paid by yo rent n***a Pull the john in a Mac truck Ain't sh** you can tell me 'bout sh** n***a Unless you live this and don't fear sh** Did sh** and can't see sh** through these tints I'm Breaking Bad at this campsite Been cooking up for my whole life Eating good I got a appetite Shoulda bought a stack of these apple pies when the price is right Before the [?], f** the hecklers For the record, furthermore ain't much more to tell ya [Hook] [Bridge]