Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dollar Sign Eyes, artist - Curren$y. Album song The Spring Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jet Life
Song language: English
Dollar Sign Eyes |
Roll up every mornin', before we get down to this 'ish |
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us |
Street’s on fire, I’m still one of the coldest niggas |
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions |
Dollar sign eyes (dollar sign eyes, dollar sign eyes) |
Dollar sign eyes, gotta have them visions |
American dream, foreign machines |
13 Lamborghinis arrived on the scene |
R.I.P. |
to the club 'cause we killed it |
She chose up and left ya, she left with us, she don’t feel ya |
I’m in the truck, rollin' up, I’m with my familia |
We familiar with them millions, 'cause we been livin' |
Ownership, and you only visit, you can’t take it with ya |
This was reserved for real niggas and bitches addicted to figures |
Shit cold, it could kill ya, you need an intervention |
The taste of money in yo system, and you stuck with it |
Like a tapeworm pushin' you to earn digits |
Save the deposit, this yacht came with a helicopter |
Hop out the Wraith, yo bitch wan' take some pictures by it |
Hate in your eyes as you watchin' |
Roll up every mornin' and then we get down to the 'ish |
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us |
Street’s on fire, I’m still one of the coldest niggas |
Dollar sign eyes, youngin' you gotta have them visions |
Dollar sign eyes |
My nigga I’m just happy to be here, happy to see fear |
Right in his eyes, and there’s nothin' to be scared |
About anymore, nothing but me and my Lord |
On this journey on my course, see the effects of what I’ve caused |
Now I, just throw it in the bag, never matter what that shit cost |
'Cause I can’t afford to not floss |
50 thousand on the wardrobe, but that’s a write off |
On the income tax, otherwise a nice loss, ha ha |
I got this shit mastered, I’m in a different bracket |
She hit me after droppin' five bands on the jacket |
Shit the old me would have had to jack it |
But now the chips stackin', and I’m livin' lavish |
It’s steady mackin', if your bitch attractin' (attractin') |
'Cause I’m a chick magnet (magnet) |
She say she got a man, as if that shit mattered, uh |
If I was here then I just couldn’t be madder |
Excuse my manners, me and Spitta we just wave up the scanners |
Roll up every mornin' and then we get down to the 'ish |
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us |
Street’s on fire, I’m still one of the coldest niggas |
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions |
Dollar sign eyes |
Roll up every mornin' and then we get down to the 'ish |
Plottin' how to murder these motherfuckers 'fore they kill us |
Street’s on fire, I’m still one of the coldest niggas |
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions |
Dollar sign eyes |