Kevin Wei - Dollar Signs lyrics

(Hook/Chorus - Kevin Wei) Dollar signs, money, cash, currency (yeah) What it's all about in the industry (tell em) Stack checks, cars, chains, and clothes (oh!) Where did all the real music go? (huh? ha!) Dollar signs (x2) It's all they see in their enterprise Dollar signs (x2) It's all we see at the end of price Dollar signs! (Verse 1 - Shado) Every artist brings a story to the table We brothers, can and able disabled inside this fable Question...What's satellite without the cable? this competition revolving around itself enables us to change the game with a flame that never burns out bringing rage to the bangs that never turn out testing range in a cage will never work out but I'm insane in the brain with a chain that lurks out to catch you, soon to be tattooed, everything is now seeming to smell like some cat food fishy, all i see is broken dishes in the kitchen Lil mama in the corner scream and twisting now you can see me doing everything I've wished for got rid of the fakes, now all i have is kinfolk all I'm hearing now are questions like "Who's this" but don't worry I'm just laying down the blueprint (Verse 2 - 1Chance) If you got it then it's easy to get caught in the hype But if you don't, then you're only living through the lyrics you write Fellas get on the mic, and spit a mean story in the booth And tell you all types of things, but you don't hear the truth But they don't need it as long as they making revenue That's the reason keeping it real is something they never do Brainwashed in the video clips, got people really thinking that they that rich You see the gliss and the glam, and then you listen to the story they speak It don't match; you getting paper but you be on the street Slinging the grip and the heat, that's all fake, it ain't no debate And those the guys that these people like to over rate If you're creative with a message in your rhymes And you're whack and then they ain't showing no respect to your design They swear at your behind, but I'm far from that -- I keep it real and I go hard with raps (Verse 3 - T.Y.J. (The Young Jordan)) You taking bout your cash, you talking how you got fame Light me up and I will spit it with a hot flame I be popping, I be bursting like I hit a vein And I be flying in the sky, I'll pa**ing planes All you rappers got no attitude And I be stuck within the rap like I'm made of glue I will bite your heads off like I'm making stew You gotta look at rap from another point of view I'm really motivated that is what I'm made of Put my heart in this game, yes I got love You guys are all fake scripted, movie scene And I be repping for my brothers and all of my team Making enemies and that is how I cause trouble I take my own risks and I don't need a stunt double You say you're getting money, you say you're getting s** It ain't nothing if you really getting no respect