
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Another Day, Another Dollar (feat. Sillk The Shocker and Master P) |
Yeah, T-R-U, all about the paper chase |
Young Silkk, 'bout to take y’all foos on a journey |
Seems it’s a trip what niggas 'll do |
For a grip in this day and age |
See I be tryin' to get paid and |
Keep my game sharper than a fade (like that) |
Ridin' through the hood in somethin' tight |
Like the Coupe that’s dropped |
Have them niggas starin' while they glarin' |
When I hit tha block (woo shit) |
On my way to check me a motherfuckin' grip |
It’s about that time |
I got my hand upon my nine |
Plus my money be on my mind |
Stay away from these niggas |
That be shady like a tree |
I try to show 'em love |
And get ta thinkin' they can be me |
But a nigga I’ll blast you |
If I have to (why?) |
Because cash rules (damn) |
Another day another dollar |
I’m all about that money an power |
And if ya feel me then holla |
If you can’t you’s a coward |
I’m all about tha dollar bills that I make |
It’s a day another dolla |
Another dolla another day |
Dolla dolla |
Dolla dolla dolla bill y’all…x3 |
Dolla bill y’all |
Dolla dolla bill y’all |
Dolla dolla dolla bill y’all |
Bitch I’ma G nigga like all tha way |
So nigga they betta just fall away |
(talkin' gangsta shit) |
And still cross-over like Hardaway |
I do more pimpin' than Scottie |
A nigga fuckin' violent |
Plus i’m silent, so you know a nigga a 'bout it |
(whassup, whassup) |
And some of these niggas show |
They don’t understand |
Cause if I don’t die or |
Go to the pen (uh huh) |
Shit huh, I’ma be tha man (damn) |
And I be quick to hop in |
Some gangsta shit (like that) |
See if I had a quarter |
For ever nigga told me they gonna major |
Shit, I be rich |
Kinda had flow ons |
Them gold thangs spinnin' like some diamonds |
With my clique right behind me |
Nigga you know, just where to find me |
Just tryin' to get a buck |
Comeup on the cut before the taz hit |
But I been in this game so long |
Shit, I done mastered it |
By any means |
The more fiends, the more green I have |
I just kick back |
And watch them, go out and get tha cash |
And then I laugh (ha ha ha ha) |
I’m just all about my paper |
I stay TRU to tha ghetto |
Even if I make a mill' |
Cause that’s the only place I can go |
When I’m broke and I keeps it trill |
You besta believe |
How I be about my mail (what?) |
Whether it be sun out |
Rain, snow, sleet, or hail |
You know I gots to, watch my back |
And be 'for shure black |
(they can’t fuck with you) |
Beacause it’s a proven fact (what?) |
That some of these hoes jack (tell 'em) |
I stay posted and be major |
They trip |
Cause how can I have a grip |
And only be a teenager |
You know they can’t fade me |
But they will try (nah they can’t fuck with you) |
Even though I wear a vest |
And two straps you know I’ma still die (damn) |
But until then I’m 'bout my paper black |
Cause ain’t no turnin' back |
And ain’t no savin' that (savin' that) |
Can’t take nothin' with me |
So I guess I’ll be a dead G |
And ain’t need for cryin' over me |
Heh, young Silkk |
T-R-U, heh, we 'bout that money |
Tha paper chase you know what I’m sayin' |
Breakin' bread, it’s all real |
We all 'bout tha motherfuckin' |
Dividends, dollars, mulah, money, cabbage |
Or whateva the fuck you wanna call it |
Artist lyrics: Tru
Artist lyrics: Silkk The Shocker
Artist lyrics: Master P