Lyrics Where Them $ @ - Dreezy

Where Them $ @

Where the money?
Dance like a strip-
Dance like a stripper
Yeah, they talkin' 'bout we ain’t got them muthafuckin bags boys
While we drippin' and draped up
Ya understand me?
(I'll run and get my bitch some money)
Where them dollars at?
(Dollars)
Where them ballers at?
(Ballers)
Where them callers at?
(Callers)
Yeah, yeah
Fuck a dollar bill (Fuck it)
Where them hundreds at?
(Hundreds)
Blow it like a fan (Oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Where them dollars at?
(Whoa)
Where them ballers at?
(Whoa)
Where them callers at?
(Whoa)
Yeah, yeah
Fuck a dollar bill (Oh)
Where them hundreds at?
(Oh)
Blow it like a fan (Oh)
Dance- Dance like a stripper, dance like a stripper
Keep ya hands off if you ain’t tippin' (Hold back)
Please don’t touch if you ain’t tippin'
Keep ya hands off if you ain’t tippin'
He say he love me when I’m drunk 'cause I get freaky off the liquor (Oh)
I’m rollin' up the 'Woods like I’m allergic to the Swishers (Yup)
A bitch was tryna hate, I saw her drive off in a pick up (Haha)
Ya nigga only see me on the weekend like I’m SZA (That's it)
Yeah, I need my bread upfront (Slow down)
I spend a hundred like ones (Yeah)
Ain’t no broke bitch in my section (Oh)
Do 'em like Kobe, no passin' (Oh)
Hood, but he say its sexy (Yeah)
Threw so much cash, she got up
Said, «Dreezy you a blessing» (Ain't that a ho?)
I just keep on pourin' liquor
And I’m VIP’n, ignoring niggas (Yeah)
All my bitches with me rollin'
Got more smoke than all them niggas (Yeah)
Doors flippin', foreign whippin' (Skrt-cha)
Whole life had to go and get it (Yeah)
Get you checked you tried to stunt
I got three five in my blunt (Who want smoke?)
Where them dollars at?
(Dollars)
Where them ballers at?
(Ballers)
Where them callers at?
(Callers)
Yeah, yeah
Fuck a dollar bill (Fuck it)
Where them hundreds at?
(Hundreds)
Blow it like a fan (Oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Where them dollars at?
(Whoa)
Where them ballers at?
(Whoa)
Where them callers at?
(Whoa)
Yeah, yeah
Fuck a dollar bill (Oh)
Where them hundreds at?
(Oh)
Blow it like a fan (Oh)
Dance- Dance like a stripper, dance like a stripper
Keep ya hands off if you ain’t tippin' (Hold back)
Please don’t touch if you ain’t tippin'
Keep ya hands off if you ain’t tippin'
Yeah, got a money bag (Bag)
I’ma go and get that sack and I’ma run it back (I'ma run it back)
Pull up with some bad bitches, probably brought a hundred racks (Yeah)
Niggas try to touch, we on yo' ass, it ain’t none of that (No sir)
Yeah, paper on me, Jansport
Pull up in a Transporter (Skrt)
Bitches, they don’t like me
'Cause I think that I’m so damn important (Ha)
Red light, no camcorder
Put you niggas in order (Yeah)
Fine, I’m from the Chi but
Gotta peach like I’m in Atlanta, Georgia (Bet)
Outside like bubblegum
And the insides like Peppermint (Right)
Louie V with my Vetement
And my bezel lookin like two tens (Drip)
Dope girl like I’m sellin it
Send 'em off like I’m mailin it
Need Hennessey and my section lit
When I leave, countin' up presidents
Where them dollars at?
(Dollars)
Where them ballers at?
(Ballers)
Where them callers at?
(Callers)
Yeah, yeah
Fuck a dollar bill (Fuck it)
Where them hundreds at?
(Hundreds)
Blow it like a fan (Oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Where them dollars at?
(Whoa)
Where them ballers at?
(Whoa)
Where them callers at?
(Whoa)
Yeah, yeah
Fuck a dollar bill (Oh)
Where them hundreds at?
(Oh)
Blow it like a fan (Oh)
Dance- Dance like a stripper, dance like a stripper
Keep ya hands off if you ain’t tippin' (Hold back)
Please don’t touch if you ain’t tippin'
Keep ya hands off if you ain’t tippin'