Strick ft. Denham - The Source Lyrics

Dollars, yeah dancing for dollars, yeah yeah

Yeah she dancing for dollars
She dancing for dollars
Yeah shawty want Chanel, Dolce & Gabanna
Yeah die for designer, she die for designer
Yeah she dancing for dollars
She dancing for dollars
Shawty want Chanel, Dolce & Gabanna
Yeah shawty hot as hell
Yeah she like the sauna
She said she like how I smell, like marijuana
You look like a killer in those red bottoms
I got her dripped in YSL, killing everybody
Yeah I'm dripped in YSL
I'm killing everybody
I hop off of private jets into a helicopter
Yeah I got hella pills, I got several of 'em
My bitch like Betty Crocker
She got all the cake
And we want all the smoke, better cooperate
The dick got a red dot
You will get popped today
And yeah I been runnin' this shit
But why would you walk away?

Yeah pardon me
Lately I been spending them racks up in Prada
Product of my environment, all of it designer
Them dealers had me watching while
They went to cop it this lifestyle is drugs
How could you not get hooked on it?
I put that master plan together
Went and got some dollars
They said this world might make you cold
Hope you don't get swallowed
I saw some niggas sell they soul
Bet they lost some knowledge
I know the streets is watching
I bulletproof the Rari
Can't knock the hustle
I came out the mud and turned to diamond
I'ma rock the nation, word to Gotti
Jay A need to sign me
I already had that bitch, sloppy seconds
You can go behind me
My wrist is sloppy wet, it's hard to steer
I can barely drive it
Swervin', yeah, leanin' off the syrup
VV's, YSL on my shirt
I said rose from the dirt
Brand new Rolls, that's a Royce
One call, I have 'em murked
Why need a plug when you the source?