DOLLAR SIGNS Lyrics

She called my phone for the one time

She eat that bitch up like it's lunch time

Stop fucking with me bitch, it's past your

Bedtime

She fuck with me because she know that I'm I'm feeling like Celo, she like me

Louis V, hoe, I got green

I know nothing's as it seems

You fuck with the team, you get hit with a beam

Ring, ring, ring, bitch, you better know

I'm not picking up my phone

You would've thought she was fucking with Hayden

Because she was counting my bankroll

You can see the heat on my eyes

Know that I'm tired of lies

In my head it's dollar signs

Imma send that boy straight to the sky

Where did the beat go

Can we start that bitch back up again?

Might fuck around and go cop me a Benz

Might fuck around and go fuck on her friend

I cannot fuck with no fake friends

See through you like a 4K lens

Kinda feelin' like Kronke

Imma take that bitch out for the weekend Shout out Ace, shout out Jay

Walk up in the building with the smile on my face

Ha-ha, laughin' to the bank

Ha-ha, can't fuck with a lame

Hop out the top of the Benz truck

I'm wearin' Prada and denim

Choppa gon' tax you like a fanum

Like Chick-fil-A, it's my pleasure

She called my phone for the one time

She eat that bitch up like it's lunch time

Stop fucking with me bitch, it's past your

Bedtime

She fuck with me because she know that I'm I'm feeling like Celo, she like me

Louis V, hoe, I got green

I know nothing's as it seems

You fuck with the team, you get hit with a beam

Ring, ring, ring, bitch, you better know

I'm not picking up my phone

You would've thought she was fucking with Hayden

Because she was counting my bankroll

You can see the heat on my eyes

Know that I'm tired of lies

In my head it's dollar signs

Imma send that boy straight to the sky