Dollar fo Dollar Lyrics – Drop Top Stunna
Singer: Drop Top Stunna
Title: Dollar fo Dollar
Yeah n#gg#, it’s whatever
Yeah b#tch, it’s whatever
Droptopstunna: Ey Gotti! U f#xx with Stunna?!
Yeah, I am (No h#mo doe)
I’ll never let my n#gg#s down
Nah, I never put some choppas down
Hit your b#tch when I come in town
She ain’t never let a n#gg# down
Never down ich Drop
Always on Top
Number one Stunna
Ein Fighter kein Runner
Keep that sh#t 1hunna
Blog put a n#gg# business out
Knock ’em down, now switch ’em out
I got opps I don’t know about
Stand on business, we don’t talk about it
Ich hol dir um 20 ein Kilo
Dass ich deale weiß leider auch die Kripo
Hab’ Braunes(brownes) wie Nino
Kein Christ aber jeden Tag Bingo
We do real numbers, real chef, Benihana’s
I’ll take a n#gg# under
Watch three-hundred, these is Yeezy’s
‘Fore they drop (Yeah), call ’em Dondas (Tell em)
Jay said I got the thunder
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow, it’s like I missed the summer
Put it on my mama (Ah!)
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers (FACTS)
Yo Gotti, he be runnin’ ’round with real killers (FACTS)
Hush gang, he ain’t frontin’ no f#ck n#gg#s
Big stepper, we’ll stomp on you lil’ n#gg#s (Ey)
n#gg#s say they slidin’, nobody dyin’ though (Oh)
Your net worth in the fours, what was they lyin’ ‘fore?
Go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta
We can go thottie for thottie
I’m scholarship Gotti, you gave a b#tch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
DropTopStunna und chill (Chill)
Ich kille Opps 4 real (Real)
Keine Dolphins hier (No)
Nur Geld im Visier (CASH)
Verschieden farbiges Papier
Gette das Feature
Wetten dass? Dealer!
Fetter Bass im 7er
Ein straight Wiener
b#tches stalken wieder
Deal Dope sie wollen mich für die Vogue
Sie sagen sie sind straight aber picken up soap (Sheesh)
Nicht Yo Gotti call him the goat
Ain’t no joke
I ain’t broke
Run up we smoke
On that – good good
Foreign b#tch – good good
Ich bin in der hood – mood
Shoote einen verdächtigen Dude – Dude
Verse 3: Yo Gotti}
I’m knockin’ all my opps out the field
Young n#gg#s sick, young n#gg# ill
All of my n#gg#s united (Cmg!)
Just bought into DC United
I gave him the pack and he tanked it
Twenty-five pints and he dranked it
Just showed her my account and she fainted (Sheesh)
Showed him the plug and he thanked me (Thank you)
“Ayy, Gotti you low, you jankie”
Lil’ b#tch just posted me, brainless
Rolls Royce stainless (Stunna)
Made my neighbourhood famous (Stunna)
Rich catch for tourists
Ayy, why yo’ jewellery blury? (Why doe?!)
All my jewellery flawless, all my n#gg#s stallers (Word)
None of my n#gg#s sanctifies, they be throwin’ cross
All my Forgies offset
All my diamonds factory set
That my lil’ savage, I stamped that
My b#tch like the sunset, yeah (Okey)
I see the same n#gg#s doin’ the same sh#t every day (Shit every day)
Different n#gg#, yeah, I had to go and make a way (Go and make a way)
Any day, it’s another million-dollar plate (FACTS)
It’s like seventy mill now, ‘nother hundred on the way
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