Dollars And Signs (feat. Serg.iLL & Apogee)

Aye, Get- get cash, Get cash Get cash, get cash, get cash Never worried bout a bitch, boy get a bag Get a bag, get back, get active Blew up fast, left niggas in the past tense Backpack rap stars, rapping beats in saran It's the same crew that we came with Since the sandbox frame shit Hurt Lock Bomb Click Bang Shit In the booth, with boof I'm flamed If she let me check up on her Slim Thug with patience Hair growing, weed bussing, pedal flooring Switch cities and plugs like the travel foreign Lil titties, fat ass, but she mostly forehead Cali Living, pretty bitches, niggas dying for it Get a bag, young man, focus on that cash fosho If you don't stay up in yo lane you gon crash fosho Aye, from my perspective shit's been good I guess I can't complain But, lately I just got this feeling that I can't explain It's like a diver out his depths with less than half his tank I see the surface but my ankles dragging ball and chain Its hard to sift through self inflicted verses, what's ingrained What's gon wash out in detox Shit, what's here to stay How much of me got away before I plugged the drain It blows my mind how much shit change Wish it would stay the same A rule bender, I never needed a break It's easy playing for Q's, my sneak is keeping the Ace's My name, it settle debates and my League with the greats I do this shit in my sleep You can't dream of reaching my ranks I day dream and space out, deja vu daily Apologize if i don't do the Randevu lately I don't ask for pardon went I Parlay view frankly The truth gon take you further in the future You'll thank me