Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dollars Make Sense, artist - Warren G. Album song I Want It All, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.10.1999
Record label: RESTLESS
Song language: English
Dollars Make Sense |
| Y’all don’t know nothin about this HEE-ARE |
| Hahahahahahaha, yeah! |
| It’s Kurupt Young Gotti |
| Hehaha, sup Warren G? |
| It’s my homeboy, huh? |
| With my niggas Crucial Conflict, huh? |
| Chillin, huh? |
| Bumpin, puffin on a little bit of that Hay |
| Dollars make sense, it’s all incorporated |
| I’ma get it all, since a BG I done did it all, was in it all |
| When I first thought I was in the wrong |
| Couple tokes, alcohol |
| Got everything I need, Hennessey and weed |
| Since my arrival, based on this modern-day survival |
| Evrything is technicality, everything based on reality |
| So how do I get paid, all these licks nowadays |
| They want me laid, dropped and plagued, AK mouth is sprayed |
| It’s like I’m blind, and I just can’t see |
| Warren G, I’ma holler at the homey Shorty B |
| «;Shorty B IT’S ME!»;, G Dove, I’m out to make a grip |
| So call Crucial Conflict and let’s make us some bomb shit |
| Look at me on the M-I-C |
| Tryin to stack my tips, comin in a big ole ride |
| With all that bumpin side, livin up in your eyes, surprise |
| Hangin on the corners where the young brothers be comin up |
| The gangbangers be gunnin up, the type of brothers that roll with us |
| High tech with much respect, with all that G’s swarmin |
| Like G-Funk in your eyes and make you see we about that cashflow |
| Put em in a lasso, don’t try to sweat, no joke |
| We illa your side, in the back we get hot, trade bump and hit em up |
| With the jigs up, |
| freaks from the West to the east to the South where they chief |
| Kurupt in the mind, Young Gotti down with the raw dog Flict |
| I ain’t no tricks, nigga Wildstyle, enemies get closed down |
| We rock the shows, slammin do’s, Cali to Chi-town |
| So chop it up, I’m gonna kick some shit about what’s goin on |
| Have to get my loot up so I suit up |
| looked in the mirror said to myself «;It's gon' be gone»; |
| I’m sick of goin thru the things that I have to do do |
| Cops are happy to jack fools, I’m strictly ever gon' gank move |
| I hate to be the one that have to take it |
| But you best believe I’d die to make it |
| anywhere in the world I’m standin with my pockets naked |
| Set it out set it out, that’s what I’ma holler |
| On some slick, tryin to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollar |
| Watchin you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my knees |
| I’ma have to greet you at the pond, you should just be thinkin C’s |
| Comin out at ease, no matter what I’m still hard to please |
| Flap flappin sky, be real til the day I leave so sneeze |
| Chorus: Reel Tight |
| Talin bout that money, dollar |
| Gettin that money, gettin paid |
| We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what’s happenin? |
| Rollin |
| Cruise-controllin, the fo' and Daynes swell up |
| Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in case I’m lavish |
| Tryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies created |
| Men are shady, straight make me drink til my thoughts get swavy |
| I think, maybe if I blink things will get back gravy |
| But loccs in the hood they lord be makin it hard so lately |
| But I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw dope is that will pay me |
| Westside of California, on these corners pimpin daily |
| Retire out on the lakefront, smokin blunts |