with that I'm gon hussle till I got 100 dolla bills hangin outa my booty crack Ha how cool is that I'm a get my dough I'm a get my bread 100 dolla bills
about is that dolla, dolla bill All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill All-all I'm about is that dolla
I never fuck her wrong [Chorus] [Verse 2:] She call me dolla long dick I'm so easy to get along with So she only fuck dolla Them niggas don't make sense
I need me a college student I need me a teachers pet Someone that got there masters A fucking bachors [Verse 1:] Aye, snitches get stitches Bitches get hickies Dolla
You could cry on my shoulder, I know its hard when them nigts grow cold, stressed out, need somebody to hold you, You can cry on my shoulder Heart
[Singing:] A rainy night in georgia A rainy night in georgia Oh it's a rainy night in georgia All I could feel is rain all over the world [Verse 1:]
Lay-deezz... mmmmwah... dolla baby... let me tell ya whut I like... I'm a pussy eatin', tittie suckin' beast Bonafide Freak From my head to my feet
caper, I ain't press for paper Look investigators I'm cooler than a fridegerator sweeter than a now n' later Gang get it poppin make the haters feel the vapors Dolla
[Verse 1:] Before the fights start to kick off I always used to trick off And keep her in designer bags To have her girls pissed off Ridin' with the
I need a bitch that suck dick by the pound When I nut she lick it down Get up and get a towel Wipe me and wipe me down That's my motherfucking freak
Uzz a loud mouth nigga, always talking like hoe Uzz a loud mouth nigga, always talking like hoe Uzz a loud mouth nigga, always talking like hoe Talk,
[Chorus:] Let's make a toast. We ain't never going back to being broke Every day stay stacking up the dough Let's make a toast (Let's make a toast) (
pound word for word i m ahead this third great rappin ass niggaz i get better each verse as we continue on infinity and beyond benz cola green gettin dolla
[talking:] Pussy champion, pussy champion [Verse 1:] Pussy champ Ohh god dame All the bad women know who I am Got a ring in my room where I work on
[Verse 1:] My home boy got life, gettin hard for me to look at em Feelin like it's my fault, judge throw tha book at em His momma call me son, his sista
[Verse 1:] Remember on the block when I was broke and bummy, I working for the older homies making small time money I used to try holla at you but you
Eh, ay yuh, shit Um, I'm runnin' for president, um I need you to vote for me I got a cup full of drink, table full of women Money in the hand and the
me dirty letter's, she's a freak pen pal I got a bitch I been knowing way before this rap shit And she don't call me Dolla she be screaming my government
