Lyrics Dollar Signs - Yung Mal

Dollar Signs

Dollar signs
Kap, your name’s on the beat (Hmm)
Yeah
Dollar signs, dollar signs on my mind
Don’t got no love for the bitch, no heart
No, I’m not spending no valuable time
Soon as he tried me, he died
Where he died at, they leave teddy bears like it’s Valentine
Got my hood on my back like a damn spine (Yeah)
We see the opps, we gotta collide
Call 'fore you come to the trap, we got a damn line
Bands on bands on bands just like Drumline
Steppers with me, they be marching
Step, step (Mhm), step, step (Yeah)
Come straight out the hood, I got wealth (Yup)
Ho keep it quiet as kept (Shh)
Fuck it, stretch it and kill
Uh, bam, bling, bale, boom
Hold up, I don’t need no help
Uh, ran that shit up by myself (By myself)
I had to play (Yeah), the hand I was dealt (Okay)
If you told on your gang (Pussy), you told on yourself (For sure)
So get spanked with a belt
Man, hah, what I tell you?
I can’t even blame them
They get that pussy shit from they daddy (Hah)
I thought the money would stop all the madness
Money came, boy, shit got tragic (Fuck)
They say more money, more problems
I guess they ass went camping (Hmm)
Try the gang, they get on your ass like a rash
Won’t try again, you know that shit won’t happen (Fool)
Fire his ass up, they dress him up
They got him dripping in casket (Hah)
Count this shit fast (Yeah), then recount it backwards (Yeah)
Got a sack like a tackle (Sack)
X 'em out like I’m Malcom
Not worried 'bout them, keep them
Dollar signs, dollar signs on my mind
Don’t got no love for the bitch, no heart
No, I’m not spending no valuable time
Soon as he tried me, he died
Where he died at, they leave teddy bears like it’s Valentine
Got my hood on my back like a damn spine (Yeah)
We see the opps, we gotta collide (Crash)
Call 'fore you come to the trap, we got a damn line
Bands on bands on bands just like Drumline (Drums)
Steppers with me, they be marching
Step (Mmh), step (Mmh), step (Mmh), step (Mmh)
Come straight out the hood, I got wealth
Ho keep it quiet as kept
My young niggas wild, they don’t watch where they step
Shit get deep in these streets, better stay on the steps
This lil' nigga steppin' for rep
Your watch is not real, boy, that Rollie a rep'
Put my Rollie in shoeboxes up on the shelf
All the weed I be smokin' exotic, it come from the top of the shelf
Niggas be holdin' they nuts and they breath
Niggas be pussy but they don’t want no problems, don’t want no discrepancy
I told my whole hood we gon' leave us a legacy
Went got me a check, call me Mr. Checkadee
Walk through the mall, fans run up, they huggin' me
I should’ve never fucked her, the bitch keep on bugging me
I’m not from Harlem, but I get that money, B (Yo)
Dollar signs, dollar signs on my mind
Don’t got no love for the bitch, no heart
No, I’m not spending no valuable time
Soon as he tried me, he died
Where he died at, they leave teddy bears like it’s Valentine
Got my hood on my back like a damn spine
We see the opps, we gotta collide