Dollar Signs - Yung Mal

Dollar signs

Kap, your name’s on the beat (Hmm)

Yeah

Dollar signs, dollar signs on my mind

Don’t got no love for the bitch, no heart

No, I’m not spending no valuable time

Soon as he tried me, he died

Where he died at, they leave teddy bears like it’s Valentine

Got my hood on my back like a damn spine (Yeah)

We see the opps, we gotta collide

Call 'fore you come to the trap, we got a damn line

Bands on bands on bands just like Drumline

Steppers with me, they be marching

Step, step (Mhm), step, step (Yeah)

Come straight out the hood, I got wealth (Yup)

Ho keep it quiet as kept (Shh)

Fuck it, stretch it and kill

Uh, bam, bling, bale, boom

Hold up, I don’t need no help

Uh, ran that shit up by myself (By myself)

I had to play (Yeah), the hand I was dealt (Okay)

If you told on your gang (Pussy), you told on yourself (For sure)

So get spanked with a belt

Man, hah, what I tell you?

I can’t even blame them

They get that pussy shit from they daddy (Hah)

I thought the money would stop all the madness

Money came, boy, shit got tragic (Fuck)

They say more money, more problems

I guess they ass went camping (Hmm)

Try the gang, they get on your ass like a rash

Won’t try again, you know that shit won’t happen (Fool)

Fire his ass up, they dress him up

They got him dripping in casket (Hah)

Count this shit fast (Yeah), then recount it backwards (Yeah)

Got a sack like a tackle (Sack)

X 'em out like I’m Malcom

Not worried 'bout them, keep them

Dollar signs, dollar signs on my mind

Don’t got no love for the bitch, no heart

No, I’m not spending no valuable time

Soon as he tried me, he died

Where he died at, they leave teddy bears like it’s Valentine

Got my hood on my back like a damn spine (Yeah)

We see the opps, we gotta collide (Crash)

Call 'fore you come to the trap, we got a damn line

Bands on bands on bands just like Drumline (Drums)

Steppers with me, they be marching

Step (Mmh), step (Mmh), step (Mmh), step (Mmh)

Come straight out the hood, I got wealth

Ho keep it quiet as kept

My young niggas wild, they don’t watch where they step

Shit get deep in these streets, better stay on the steps

This lil' nigga steppin' for rep

Your watch is not real, boy, that Rollie a rep'

Put my Rollie in shoeboxes up on the shelf

All the weed I be smokin' exotic, it come from the top of the shelf

Niggas be holdin' they nuts and they breath

Niggas be pussy but they don’t want no problems, don’t want no discrepancy

I told my whole hood we gon' leave us a legacy

Went got me a check, call me Mr. Checkadee

Walk through the mall, fans run up, they huggin' me

I should’ve never fucked her, the bitch keep on bugging me

I’m not from Harlem, but I get that money, B (Yo)

Dollar signs, dollar signs on my mind

Don’t got no love for the bitch, no heart

No, I’m not spending no valuable time

Soon as he tried me, he died

Where he died at, they leave teddy bears like it’s Valentine

Got my hood on my back like a damn spine

We see the opps, we gotta collide