Biz Taylor - Dollars On Me (feat. Black Hustle)

Seven in the clip I call it Davor Šuker
Smoke a nigga like a fucking hookah
Yeah I got the bands Lalapalooza
Head had a price send him to Christ Hallelujah
It's all about devotion
Inspiration for me to get closely
To the things that I'm hoping
Born after three abortions
My soul bigger than ocean
A lot of people died around me
But I don't like to talk about it
A lot of 'em hate but they talk about me
BSG Kash Kapri
Day ones all the way from overseas
Nobody can fuck with six
Nobody can fuck with Biz
Tailor myself like a suit
Don't mind me I'm on a pursuit
Forbidden fruit got society hard to choose
Between being free or being stuck up in loop
Every dollar on me
Stacking up to be free
Me my homies gon' eat
Regardless we gon' win
Till they run up on me
Got that gun up on me
I ain't never gon' quit
Regardless we gon' win
Every dollar on me
Stacking up to be free
Me my homies gon' eat
Regardless we gon' win
Till they run up on me
Got that gun up on me
I ain't never gon' quit
Regardless we gon' win
I ain't got no quit in my bones
I got your chick in my home dick in her dome
The pictures that she flicks to my phone would make you moan
But my mind's on the tilly alone making my own
Yeah I'm after that mula
And I'm rolling with some shooters put one in your medulla
And that mothafucking Ruger
Have ya fucking head spinning like a hula
I tell 'em run up on me
I got that gun up on me
You get that d-da for free
You get that d-da for free
Get run up on me
I got that gun up on me
You get that d-da for free
You get that d-d-d-d-d-d-da
Seven in the clip I call it Davor Šuker
Smoke a nigga like a fucking hookah
Yeah I got the bands Lalapalooza
Head had a price send him to Christ Hallelujah
I said Hallelujah
Head had a price send him to Christ Hellelujah
I said Hallelujah
Head had a price send him to Christ Hellelujah
Not a gangster I'm a hustler hustle for my father
And I hustle for my family I hustle for my momma
Ye I hustle for my sisters and I hustle for my brothers
I ain't never gonna stop 'till I fly in my own private
Tryna go in distance long way for my children
Tr-Tryna have some fun-fun in between the business
I know who I am I ain't never been a witness
I always been protected I ain't never been civilian
There's few of us that's still here
Ye my city never leave me
35000
I'm gon' do this till they kill me
There's few of us that's still here
Ye my city never leave me
35000
I'm gon' do this till they kill me
Every dollar on me
Stacking up to be free
Me my homies gon' eat
Regardless we gon' win
Till they run up on me
Got that gun up on me
I ain't never gon' quit
Regardless we gon' win
Till they run up on me

Written by:
Biz Taylor, Black Hustle

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