Apollo Touré - Dollars For Dollars Lyrics

Niggas asking questions fuck a question I'll still leave my mark
Niggas want advice and want the keys but this a push to start
This gang shit for L nigga (Bitch)
I'm a real nigga
Issey Miyake she love my smell, player shit only if you can't tell
Coldest nigga when I walk in
Top three, fuck a top five and a top ten
Brodie loading the tec
Bad little bitch she giving me (Mm)
Big dog, top shot caller, when it come to a bag I'm a big baller (Big bag)
Pop out white tee chanel when I step, that weak ass shit nigga you coulda kept
Chrome Heart hoodie, big bag bully
Call me her Lil Baby way she put the pussy on me
Big Don nigga, this player shit only
Brodie totting them sticks, glocks in them pics
Holding them ones like I'm holding a brick
Clipped, Niggas, Quick
Matte black porsche when I fly to Miami
Touch on her thigh and then soak up the panties
Want my shit in cash don't Cashapp me
Brodie hold the blick that's where the strap be
Talk my shit, pop my shit
Shit that I'm living is really reality (Forreal)
Watching, they clocking, they study the strategy
Ones on my dick be secretly mad at me (igB mad)
Hate on my name I'm calling the blasphemy
Thick bitch, yea it be the ass for me

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Dollars for dollars (Ha)
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Dollars for dollars

Sorry how I did you baby you know that wasn't my intentions
Bad decisions
Living in the moment, ain't think bout consequences
Palm angels no sinning
Pour up a fifth I'm spinning
Sip that fifth to express my feelings
We can fuck baby quiet down they listening (Shh)
What you say you ain't gang nigga
You said you my man, nah you opp nigga
You ain't my man, nah we can't talk nigga
Watch out, clock out, bitch you a fan
Call em Jim Carry, cause he a yes man
(Aye) fuck who gon switch up
Riding round town brodie loading the clip up, keeping the shit tucked
Taking yo bitch and we don't gotta fuck
I'm just holding her hair while she sucking me up (Ha, gang)
True to this shit not new to this shit
New drip every season I'm feeling Gunna
On the beat I'm an animal feeling like Stunna
My twenty-four different, shout out black mamba
Stay off the grid like Carti did Donda
I need a bad bitch who a freak hoe
Fuck on, slut on, busting my nut on
Walk with a limp, my pockets on heavy
Thought we just met, you knew me already
Turn to a chef when I cook up in the kitchen
You can keep watching and bitch keep wishing (Bitch)
Nah I ain't dissing, this just how I'm living
Want me to fall, homerun ain't missing

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Zero to commas
Dollars for dollars (Ha)
Adding zeros to dollars, zero to commas, dollars for dollars
Zero to commas
Dollars for dollars