Dolla’ Fo’ Dolla Lyrics – The Lord (Rapper)

Dolla’ Fo’ Dolla Lyrics by The Lord (Rapper)

*The Lord Laughs*
Yea, n#gg#, it whateva
Yea, b#tch, it whateva
Yeah, Gotti, it’s whateva

Yeah!
I Am…
I Am….
I’ll neva let my n#gg#s down

Nah, I neva pet them choppaz down
Hitcha b#tch when I come in town
She ain’t neva let a n#gg# down
No hashtag

Give ‘em a #pound
Choppin’ the beat/beet
I’m farmin’ the sound
When-whenever I c#m thru

I be drippin’
And no tobacco’
I’m spittin’
Blogs put a n#gg# bidniss out (Bidniss out)

Knock em down
Now switch I ‘em out (Switch ‘em out)
IGot opps ion’t kno about (Know about)
Stand on bidniss

We’ont talk about it
Nann n#gg# talk about it
Gotta rowwwwllll
If they troutin’ about it

I ain’t neva been to typa n#gg# datz baitin’
No motel, but I’m еatin’ (eatin’)
We do real numbers
Benihanas

I’ll take a n#gg# under
Watch 300
These the new Yeezys ‘fore they drop
Yeah

Call ‘em DUNDAS
Jay say I got the thunda
Prayed to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow

It’s like I missed the summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Famer drug deala
Yo Gotti, he be runnin’ ‘round wit real killaz

Hush Gang, he ain’t frontin’ no f#kk n#gg#s
Big steppa, we’ll stomp one’uh u lul n#gg#s
n#gg#s say they slidin
Nobody dyin’ tho

Oh…
Yo net worth ain’t in Forbes
But what was they lyin’ for?
Yeah

Go Dolla’ Fo’ Dolla
Shout out for shout out
We can go thottie for thottie
I’m Scholarship Gotti

You gave a b#tch some Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
Blasting JACKBOYS “GATTI”
Yo, I’m sick like Omnicroni

I just folded up
Like yogis doing Origami
I roll around wit #Comrades
They stand by me like The Army

I hit the hex
I’m Intuit’
QuickBooks
I know I confuse them

n#gg#s cannot read my mind…
I’m the same #ss n#gg# who was down in Miami
Lost on Ocean Time
I rock Gucci, Louis, Prada

All my broz
They shop at Saks
Bagged the b#tch
Hopped in the Subie

Left Ocean Grove
Cruise past Fifth Ave
“My dick so good
Should make him pay me…”

“I missed a bar
I guess I’m lazy…”
I’m knockin all my opps out the field
Young n#gg# sick

Young n#gg# ill
All uh my n#gg#s, you named it
Just ballin’ to D.C., you named it
I gave em the pack and he tanked it

25 paints and he dranked it
Just showed her my account and she fainted
Showed him the plug and thanked me
“Hey Gotti, you low, you janked me”

Lil b#tch just post me: brainless
Rolls Royce: stainless
Made my neighborhood famous
Ridgecrest for tourists

Aye, why yo jewelry blurry?
All my jewelry flawless
All my n#gg#s thoughtless
None uh my n#gg#s sanctified

But they be throwin crosses
All my {?} all set
All my diamonds factory set
Damn, my lil series

I stamp that
My b#tch like the same sex, yeah
I see the same n#gg#s Doin the same sh#t erryday
Different n#gg#, yeah, I had to go and make a way

Any day, it’s another million dolla play
It’s like 70 mill, now anotha hunnid on de way
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The Lord (Rapper) Lyrics – Dolla’ Fo’ Dolla

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Dolla’ Fo’ Dolla