Dollar Bills

Curls in the dollar bills got me askin' questions

Ride around the globe, greed is in the engine

A million fingerprints on a Abe Linc, that's a fact

Enabling me to say this: ain't no such this as clean money

I just wanna eat, honey

Fuck yo pride, that shit ain't in my wavelength

You chained with it like a Cuban link

Pride not something I freaks with, that feeling ain't frequent

Still though, askin' my soul, where the motherfucking meek went?

Money is strength, when's the last time the weak win?

Fuck pride, I'm slangin' dope on the weekdays, gettin' paid and laid and blunted on the weekends

Gettin' faded late nights, no recollection

Hear what I'm speakin', of alcohol I'm reekin'

All that talk against me, at least I made my ends meet

You gotta hand me that, didn't act handicapped

Still fuck yo pride, all I live for is hoes and dope and booze and the daily bread

And the key is money, as long as I'm stayin' fed

And high, fuck y'all well-being

Now tell me, how could you know that folded cash clean?

Curls on them bills coulda been left by a bitch sniffin' coke

Credit cards ain't won till niggas started playin' woke

Whoa, but this broke lifestyle done killed my conscience

Less money, mo' problems, no promise of the day after

I may have to slay rappers, or play captor

Of dope addicts, shit's poetic, sellin' 'em mo' product

And niggas will go buy the shit we sell in retail we providers

Fuck yo pride, we the shit

Yo, dealers love top status, try to cop at it

If we all invest in the same cocaine snorters

Shoot, a whole gang slaughtered

Dead dealer picturing his life

Guess that's why they say life's a bitch and then you die