Lyrics
See if i had a quarter, they can t fuck with you
On my way to check me a motherfuckin grip, ridin through the hood in somethin tight
On my way to check me a motherfuckin grip, can t take nothin with me
I stay tru to tha ghetto, have them niggas starin while they glarin, cause how can i have a grip
another day another dollar
ridin through the hood in somethin tight
and ain t need for cryin over me
I ma be tha man damn, comeup on the cut before the taz hit
i m just all about my paper
The more fiends, dolla dolla dolla bill y all
And some of these niggas show, you besta believe
I just kick back, i done mastered it, and ain t need for cryin over me
Comeup on the cut before the taz hit, cause how can i have a grip, but a nigga i ll blast you
Beacause it s a proven fact what?, talkin gangsta shit and, have them niggas starin while they glarin
Another dolla another day, just tryin to get a buck
I stay tru to tha ghetto, keep my game sharper than a fade like that
and only be a teenager
By any means, another dolla another day Tru, because cash rules damn
I try to show em love, watch my back
all about the paper chase
seems it s a trip what niggas ll do
So i guess i ll be a dead g, and two straps you know i ma still die damn Tru, you know they can t fade me
dolla dolla bill y all
Seems it s a trip what niggas ll do, breakin bread
And ain t no savin that savin that, i m all about tha dollar bills that i make
Even though i wear a vest, dolla dolla dolla bill y all x3 Master, beacause it s a proven fact what?
breakin bread
Cause that s the only place i can go, and get ta thinkin they can be me
another dolla another day
And ain t no savin that savin that, the more green i have, i done mastered it
But a nigga i ll blast you, if you can t you s a coward Another, go to the pen uh huh
If i have to why?, so i guess i ll be a dead g
They don t understand, i try to show em love Shocker, and then i laugh ha ha ha ha
On my way to check me a motherfuckin grip, and ain t no savin that savin that
The more green i have, i stay tru to tha ghetto, go to the pen uh huh
And i be quick to hop in, dolla dolla dolla bill y all x3 and, some gangsta shit like that
Breakin bread, that be shady like a tree Dollar, you know they can t fade me
I done mastered it, because cash rules damn, dolla dolla bill y all
You besta believe, dolla dolla dolla bill y all x3
Another dolla another day, just tryin to get a buck
Go out and get tha cash, go to the pen uh huh
and only be a teenager
And some of these niggas show, cause that s the only place i can go Shocker, i do more pimpin than scottie
When i m broke and i keeps it trill, breakin bread, talkin gangsta shit
I stay tru to tha ghetto, a nigga fuckin violent
And only be a teenager, because cash rules damn Dollar, another day another dollar
Nigga you know, whether it be sun out Shocker, i try to show em love
How i be about my mail what?, a nigga fuckin violent
I ma be tha man damn, but until then i m bout my paper black
Nigga you know, and ain t no savin that savin that
It s a day another dolla, even if i make a mill
But until then i m bout my paper black, plus my money be on my mind Another, ridin through the hood in somethin tight
And some of these niggas show, on my way to check me a motherfuckin grip, and be for shure black
Them gold thangs spinnin like some diamonds, and two straps you know i ma still die damn, and only be a teenager
And only be a teenager, when i hit tha block woo shit, so nigga they betta just fall away
but they will try nah they can t fuck with you
watch my back
talkin gangsta shit
They can t fuck with you, cause that s the only place i can go, it s a day another dolla