Klutch KB - Dolla Fo' Dolla

Yeah nigga, it's whatever
Yeah bitch, it's whatever
Yeah, I am
I'll never let my niggas down
Nah, I never put some choppas down
Hit your bitch when I come in town
She ain't never let a nigga down
Hope she never think I ever loved her
Sneaky link we don't meet in public
Fuck the world can't forget the rubbers
If I'm in something then it's all or nothing
Blog put a nigga business out
Knock 'em down, now switch 'em out
I got opps I don't know about
Stand on business, we don't talk about it
I got haters I ain't never seen
I got groupies I ain't never fucked
This rap shit was always a dream
Gotta hold it down get my money up
We do real numbers, real chef, Benihana's
I'll take a nigga under
Watch three-hundred, these is Yeezy's
'Fore they drop (Yeah), call 'em Dondas
Jay said I got the thunder
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow, it's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas
Big stepper, we'll stomp on you lil' niggas
Niggas say they slidin', nobody dyin' though, Oh
Your net worth in the fours, what was they lyin' fore
Go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta
We can go thottie for thottie
I'm scholarship Gotti, you gave a bitch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
Truth is I ain't never had Ruth Chris but a nigga been eating
Up the stakes when I'm taking a meeting
A starving artist gotta be hella greedy
Since a teen I been getting green like Lima beans but I'm not a vegan
I need my cash now fuck a cash cow cuz I'm not interested in beefing
But we can go Dolla fo Dolla, Mo Money Mo Problems
Get in touch with them shottas
Mo Clips Mo Choppas, Less cops Mo Robbers
How they gone stop us
Untamed unbothered, Black sons black fathers
More weed less powder, Less thieves more product
Klutch KB & Yo Gotti, Nigga who hotter
I'm knockin' all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick, young nigga ill
All of my niggas united
Just ballin' to DC United
I gave him the pack and he tanked it
Twenty-five pints and he dranked it
Just showed her my account and she fainted
Showed him the plug and he thanked me
Ayy, Gotti you low, you jankie"
Lil' bitch just posted me, brainless
Rolls Royce stainless
Made my neighbourhood famous
Rich catch for tourists
Ayy, why yo' jewellery blury
All my jewellery flawless, all my niggas stallers
None of my niggas sanctifies, they be throwin' cross
All my Forgies offset
All my diamonds factory set
That my lil' savage, I stamped that
My bitch like the sunset, yeah
I see the same niggas doin' the same shit every day
Different nigga, yeah, I had to go and make a way
Any day, it's another million-dollar plate
It's like seventy mill now, 'nother hundred on the way

Written by:
Keenan Beckett Jr, Mario Mims

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