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Get Dem Dollars

Mr. De’
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Electro Funk nigga When it comes to the money, I want it all Fuck a nigga that'll make me fall Brought your heat 'cause you scared to brawl Drop cash on the heat, kill all of y'all I'm a nigga that's stuck in this lifestyle Doing dirt, still clean on police files Knock on wood, I never been caught doing shit in the hood I think I'm 'bout to go get wild I'm ready to mash, foot on the gas Hop out in a flash, all black with a mask Ready to blast, give me the stash The Ingle' like fast, they're running they cash Guns at they dome, blinded by chrome Dirt all alone, will I make it home? Really don't know Out the door I go, hop in the whip with this devilish shit Drive me straight to hell, really hard to tell Pedal to the metal, bail this nigga Never wanna see jail, get thicker Choose the day I die, smoke and pass If you're crooked I don't read, but come to the consequences Can you blame a hiding party nigga 'cause He went and hit a lick on them bitches? Electro Funk in my trunk, puffing on Skunk, Mr. Day, let me get rich with you Laying shit down with the EF crew When they come to ghetto, best to get it around to you Niggas gon' hate this shit we do Swear niggas gon' hate this shit I swear niggas gon' hate this shit we do Swear niggas gon' hate this shit I swear niggas gon' hate this shit we do What I gotta do to get a dollar nowadays? Hustle, murder, steal, and stay, that ain't the only way What I gotta do to get a dollar nowadays? Hustle, murder, steal, and stay, that ain't the only way Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all (Everybody grab the money) Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all (Everybody grab the money) Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all (Everybody grab the money) Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all (Everybody grab the money) Who them niggas that control the game? Them niggas that light the flame Apply the strain, got stress like Kurt Cobain Your lifestyle's hard to maintain Detroit niggas is high octane Shit we got, y'all can't obtain So fuck the fame, we bring the pain, now you envy us Niggas still ain't too thin to bust Can't none of you niggas come see 'em with us FreakNik, nigga, it's all of us Spring Break, nigga, it's all of us Super Bowl Sunday, all of us Part time hustlers can't ball with us Guess it's just that dog in us Patriot bitch, why she calling us? No stress, my nigga, it's all in lust So in God we trust, we ghetto stars Better think twice 'fore you fuck with ours Stop and hit a rose petal's heart For you chalk line, for the metal scar Took a sesh of cards, thinking it's so hard Tragedy, imagine me Falling off, end of rest of thought Seems quite troubling, dough not doubling Mo' not bubbling, no out clubbing Just clock punching in, girl not coming in Bill just coming in, whoo, shit That's your life Not me Not them Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all (Everybody grab the money) Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all (Everybody grab the money) Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all (Everybody grab the money) Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all Get them dollars y'all (Everybody grab the money)