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lirik lagu dolla $igns – ygtut & michael da vinci

[intro: ygtut]
why your b*tch still gotta [?]
yam

[refrain: ygtut]
think it’s time we get a couple things in order
we ain’t ’bout to take no orders (yeah)
donct act like you f*cking know us
we ain’t with the back and forward
money stronger, had to turn up (yeah)
don’t think you should tryna run ’em (yeah)
might h*lla n*ggas on the stage
but we ain’t performers

[verse 1: ygtut]
janky*eyed and hypnotised
wavin’ they hands out the side
know that sleezy down to slide
know mikey d down to slide
if i let her spend the night
she think that she won a prize
dollar signs be on my mind
dollar signs be on me
[chorus: ygtut]
i’ma cook it up and makеs the streets go woah, woah
got the recipе, bon appétit like woah, woah
might just cuff your b*tch, do it with ease like scoop, scoop
this how it sound when you wake the beast like woop, woop

[verse 2: michael da vinci]
i’ma keep on working ’til i buy what i want
cop what mom want, family get some sums
i’ma keep on working my alfredo parmesan
bread italian, vegas roll the dons
live extravagant, nights is coming young
lil’ n*gga is robbing sh*t so you can’t trust these f*cking bums
let me get some money, i can’t call it flipping funds
i ain’t sleep in schedule, i be up until the sun
shoey got the boolay, for the drink we on the rum
booty shaking, percolate, she gyrate when they queue to play
i dodged the b*tch, i’m working bae, i’ll hit you when we drop the tape
almost droppin’, hold the weight, don’t touch my fam, no f*cks, no play

[chorus: ygtut]
i’ma cook it up and makes the streets go woah, woah
got the recipe, bon appétit like woah, woah
might just cuff your b*tch, do it with ease like scoop, scoop
this how it sound when you wake the beast like woop, woop
[verse 3: ygtut]
where she at? i’m ’bout to ball up
shoot my shot like chauncey billups
i think i just dodged a bullet (yeah)
she must think a n*gga stupid
y’all know i don’t see no future (yeah)
i know i can’t be a lover
baby, you know i’m a huslter (yeah)
tryna get that diamond cl*ster
on my motherf*cking knuckle
i know i can’t never buck her (yeah)
i know i can’t be a buster (yeah)
spread the money like it’s mustard
rockin’ chains, i hardly tuck ’em
might just let the diamonds tustle
marijuana crumbled on the vinyl, stevie wonder
used to scam (yeah), used to front a n*gga grams (grams)
look into the mirror and i still see who i am (see who i am)
make the paper stack, it got me feeling like a man (the man)
you like the d*ckin’ and want me to get up in them yams (yams)

[chorus: ygtut]
i’ma cook it up and makes the streets go woah, woah
got the recipe, bon appétit like woah, woah
might just cuff your b*tch, do it with ease like scoop, scoop
this how it sound when you wake the beast like woop, woop
[refrain: ygtut]
think it’s time we get a couple things in order
we ain’t ’bout to take no orders
donct act like you f*cking know us
we ain’t with the back and forward
money stronger, had to turn up
don’t think you should tryna run ’em
might h*lla n*ggas on the stage
but we ain’t performers

- ygtut michael da vinci

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