Rakehell - Dolla Bill текст песни

Yeah, straight up, I be paid up
Get white girl powdery like makeup
Or IArm & Hammer cut it up no razor
You order, I deliver like labor
I be the waiter uh! The bartender, uh!
The reason your girl "Gone 'till November", uh!
Wifey burglar-ra, I be servin ya
Rihanna on the hook, the "murderer", gets it (On!)
My girls be on Pa (Tron!)
My exit's on the throne, cameraman take a flick (Click!)
I'm "Rich, Boy" "Thew' D's on ab****!" (Click!)
I get it raw like Wh-Wh-Whitney (What else?)
My hair bald like Br-Br-Britney (what else?)
Arm & Hammer, got the meanest leans
So I got a lotta sons, the Phoenix team, uh!
Verse 2
Yeah, yeah, pretty young thing, whatta throat wit 'pino
Playa like me, I be off the cleeko
And I throw chips in the air like Frito -
Lay, complements the Cafe
Ay, now you know I set up shop in the hill
All I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill
Konvict, grind with the money green thumb
Shakedown, that's the Rockwilder on the drums