[Intro: Dolla Dame]
(Stevo Crowned this beat)
Talk, talk
You know how we talk to these niggas
Every time, nigga, c'mon
Fuck it up, nigga
Yeah, talk to me, nigga, alright, look
[Verse 1: Dolla Dame]
Big stones in the Cuban got my neck hurtin'
Call Google right now and change my net worth
She ain't gotta walk the blade if the neck work
She ever said that she was mine, then I check purse
Know I check traps, she ain't had no money, so I probably never check back
Why you ain't put your dog in the game? I don't respect that
Fell out with some niggas that I love, I had to step back
Old hoes mad, they fagged off, know they regret that
Every loss made me a boss, I accept that
Only come around when you winnin', I expect that
Only come around when you up, gotta get used to it
New glizzy came with a switch, had to get used to it
[Chorus: Dolla Dame]
Money ain't a thang, I'ma throw it out the roof
Champagne bottles, I'ma feed a bitch the truth
Plug on the way, he gon' pull up in the coupe
He gon' drop a hundred off, nigga, I know what to do
Spend this money, ain't a thang, I'ma throw it out the roof
Champagne bottles, I'ma feed a bitch the truth
Plug on the way, he gon' pull up in the coupe
He gon' drop a hundred off, nigga, I know what to do
[Verse 2: Skinny T]
I been on the road all night, woke up in Michigan
I been on the move so much, I be missin' shit
Throwin' money out the roof, nigga, I'm really gettin' it
The bitch OT, I'm OT, I told her, "Send that shit"
Plug probably pull up in a coupe, shit, I'm in a coupe
Dame got the Scat doin' numbers, he know what to do
I can only tell a bitch the real, she know I'm the truth
I could get the whole stick gone, it's gon' cost a two
We in this bitch smokin' good weed, you probably smokin' boof
I don't even like these ho niggas, we can't fuck with you
Plug just dropped off a hundred, I know what to do
This money ain't shit, lil' nigga, I'm throwin' it out the roof
[Chorus: Dolla Dame]
Money ain't a thang, I'ma throw it out the roof
Champagne bottles, I'ma feed a bitch the truth
Plug on the way, he gon' pull up in the coupe
He gon' drop a hundred off, nigga, I know what to do
Spend this money, ain't a thang, I'ma throw it out the roof
Champagne bottles, I'ma feed a bitch the truth
Plug on the way, he gon' pull up in the coupe
He gon' drop a hundred off, nigga, I know what to do
[Verse 3: Mac J]
Boy, that money ain't shit, I'll blow it on your shooter
Pull up in that sport but I push it like a scooter
Chop suey came double D's like a hooter
Nigga walk around hands down, he a loser
Tell 'em, "Shake me out, I can tell you what it took"
Dog down bad, put that money on his book
Runnin' to that bag, I can feel it in my foot
I think I'm a chef in that trap, let me cook
I'll throw this money out the roof like I'm Jigga Man
It ain't shit, I spin it like a ceiling fan
Ain't a dollar in this world I can't get again
Ain't talk' money on my phone then forget it then
[Chorus: Dolla Dame]
Money ain't a thang, I'ma throw it out the roof
Champagne bottles, I'ma feed a bitch the truth
Plug on the way, he gon' pull up in the coupe
He gon' drop a hundred off, nigga, I know what to do
Spend this money, ain't a thang, I'ma throw it out the roof
Champagne bottles, I'ma feed a bitch the truth
Plug on the way, he gon' pull up in the coupe
He gon' drop a hundred off, nigga, I know what to do