Dolla and a Grip

Put it on my momma that I'd never be no bitch All I ever wanted was a Dolla and a grip Fold money Slow money Go money Show money Til it's no money All I ever wanted was a dollar and a grip LV on the hip Commas I could flip Fold money Slow money Go money Show money Til it's no money All I ever wanted was a dollar and a grip LV on the hip Commas I could flip Family hustler Real nigga Motherfucka Never lack Keep the wallet, a strap, and rubber 30 Slack, but could never pass for no sucker Hood attached, this exactly what I discovered Straight beginning and gifted suburban image Would call it privilege, but we vented over colored tennis No regard for administration or class attendance And when attending attention turned towards lunch and women Or hooping scrimmage A loop that shoot him right into percentage Of niggas in remembrance or boggled behind a sentence A set consensus Consecutive blunts in rotation so he didn't sense it New toy in the trunk and he searching for a chance to pinch it See scamming wasn't ever in his interest But major league gymnasiums would never meet the lenses Only forensics The role models ignant Lived up to pigment One cloudy day where things got all too realistic A simple snag and grab about to make a name now A quick come up ain't nothing that he feel ashamed bout A slight finesse is not a reason to complain how He posed to get it when he living in the same house He grew up in so it ain't nothing but a thang, doubts Ran through he his head with lust of bread about the same mount He pull up Mans hop out Knew what was up Shots rang out Mmmm Fold money Slow money Go money Show money Til it's no money All I ever wanted was a dollar and a grip LV on the hip Commas I could flip Fold money Slow money Go money Show money Til it's no money All I ever wanted was a dollar and a grip LV on the hip Commas I could flip All I ever wanted was a dollar and a grip Commas I could flip LV on the hip Uh, Cole keep it running Uh One, two, three, four