#DOLLASEASON (INTRO)

Im just gettin to the bag, hashtag dolla season Throwin money in the air, paper squares is all im seein To much money to be made, so you'll never catch me sleepin Early bird gets the worm and im defintely agreein And my momma did so much for me, i gotta pay her back After my daddy passed away, she held it down an thats a fact Single parent, she was strong dawg i never seen her crack Under pressure, and i love her oh so much just for that I remember as a jitt wantin 3 things in my life My daddy back, a money stack, a studio that had a mic Even though my dad still restin, and i got two outta three I would quickly give em up to have my pops still next to me I know life aint really fair but i gotta keep it pushin Cuz they wanna see me fall, and thats why they always lookin Got they eyes all in the pot, tryna see what all im cookin Tryna figure my next move, got these bitch niggas so shookin And i got my own shit, i dont gotta leave the crib Walk right up in the booth, spit these verses off the rip Take a break, go make some money, then get back to makin hits So much hot shit in my phone, it might be bound to make me rich Its the season for a boss, an im self made homie Got this paper on my own, so im self paid only Daddy taught me how to get it, so i keep some paper on me Gotta keep a stack a cheese and i aint talkin Macaroni Im a hustler my nigga, sum just like Cassidy Ja how you do that? Think about it... stop askin me Ten toes down no you niggaz aint passin me Savage in my blood, but i also keep it classy I hop up on a beat and imma speak whats in my soul Keepin shit a huncho, while these other niggas fold They not built how i am, Cuz these other niggas hoes Im just focused on this money, like a stripper on a pole Bitch