Jay Blade - Dollars Outta Cents

(Kill that beat cam)
(Ayo synthetic, you plugged in)
(Jetson why you do that nigga like that ?)
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Uh, ok
Back when I was down, when I was down bad on my dick
I put up a prayer, asking God for all of this
Now I'm on my way up, making dollars outta cents
Tryna stack my paper, till my palms no longer itch
I fucked a bitch, did some shit that I wish I never did
I been dreaming bout that Benz ever since I was a kid
I want Forgiato rims, AMG, with limo tints
To be Chris Tucker when it's smoke, cause I got 20 twin twins
I was use to being broke, now a nigga getting money
They say I'm greedy now, but let me starve when I was hungry
I got em fiending now, like serving fixes to a junkie
Can you believe it how i'm turning nothing into something ?
Yeah this ain't right, but that's my life
Fuck em all I use to starve at night
Eating sleep, but that's alright ?
My life changed ever since that night
I took my pen and turned my wrongs to rights
And here's what really made my momma cry
This real shit, I ain't tell no lies, but aye
Back when I was down, when I was down bad on my dick
I put up a prayer, asking God for all of this
Now I'm on my way up, making dollars outta cents
Tryna stack my paper, till my palms no longer itch, because I'm rich
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa

Written by:
J’ylen Maloney

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