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I got a dollar ninety five in my bank account Saw a homeless man today he asked for some change I showed him my account, with F&M Bank He flipped me a twenty then he sent me on my way Living check to check like Nike sneaker head Once I get paid I'ma spend it on a jet You can bet, I put that on the set I take care of my dogs like a vet Cut the rest off disconnect If you ain't supporting now that's disrespect I just want enough to take of my cubs and Momma bear and something for my buds Show the homies love But I came up from the mud so they call me Milk Dud My life was kinda rough so I used to sell bud Now I'm on a hunt like my name was Elmer Fud Collecting all the game not in it for the fame Dubee is the name since back in the day I got a dollar ninety five in my bank account Waiting on the lottery to cash me out Cash me out Got some silver dollars but they don't count They don't count I want that Gwen Stefani money ain't no doubt Monopoly cash ain't the same amount Getting kinda thirsty baby it's a drought Living water what I need not a stout Adversity make a man what you about If the streaming ain't paying then I change the sound God's the livin water baby He the fount He is still good and His grace abound Even if my checks keep bounce My homies used to say yo let's hit the town Now I have to say I'm overdrawn in my account My folks used to hit me on the under Now all I get are calls from a 1-800 number Most of my friends, used to work for Vector Now my best friend is a debt collector When I'ma make it, nobody knows I want it so bad from my head to my toes Invest in different golds Make so much cash it can't fold Get freezer some burn because my ice is so cold I got a dollar ninety five in my bank account Waiting on the lottery to cash me out Got some silver dollars but they don't count I want that Gwen Stefani money ain't no doubt Monopoly cash ain't the same amount When I was kid I used to be defiant Always picked on because of height Now my numbers grow like the Jolly Green Giant If I said I made it homie I would be lying But ain't no need to lie when I can't offer to buy when my homies in a bind My card would get declined So I'm a lay it on the line like I'm Curry out of time when he at the three point line baby victory on my mind Fast forward like a VCR Making scratch like I'm under par Cash out like I'm at the bar Then I drop a hundred on a car My money work for me til I d-i-e I'm the boss make it my employee They say I needed some equity Inclusion and diversity over the S&P So I copped some crypto currency and some NFTs I got a dollar ninety five in my bank account Sheesh Waiting on the lottery to cash me out Got some silver dollars but they don't count I want that Gwen Stefani money ain't no doubt Monopoly cash ain't the same amount
Writer(s): George Godinez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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