[Chris]

Niggas talkin loud but they ain't said shit

I ain't never did nothing but praise God and my clique

I'm just puffing on my loud, breaking bread, hitting licks

Breaking bread, hitting licks. Breaking bread, hitting licks

Just a habit when I step up in the kitchen. Table manners in the presence of these women

Table manners? Who the fuck am I kidding? I'm a savage when I'm eating competition

Automatic when I'm at it. Rock mics no Scottie. No Gladys. Yall niggas ain't Pippen

I done had it with these bitch ass niggas gettin all up in their feelings for a little attention

Did I mention, if its tension, I'm a pull it on tracks... Extension

On my pimp shit. I'ma pull it. Throw it back. I been hit. More fish like Ghost

Get face. Get ghost. Thats tears for the hoes but cheers when I toast to the assholes in here

Here's to the host that's Sincere. That nigga will make your scene skip

So stick to the script or get a full clip. Better keep it on disc or your whole flick could just

End here. Yeah we in here. I don't goon too much but I'm endeared...

To the hearts and the minds of the people so peep how the young man from the Go, IL...

Walk through the hood with no fear. What's that? Ok then. No Pill

No smiles. Lips sealed when I'm out. Just a colon and an X for your mouth bitch. No pills

Like Bun's next joint, I'm 4 Trill. Yall mogs got on with no skill

Yeah right. Yall rappers ain't trappin. I'm bettin ya blow deal's

When you trickin your advance and your projects trash and your sound scan numbers is old Gil

Yall mogs ain't really said shit

[Chorus]

Five Dollars. Five Dollars

Five Dollars. Five Dollars. Five Dollars

[Sincere]

I'm the heart of the regime, I'm the balls of the brigade, pause

Niggas wanna test the squad them bullets they get sprayed off

Everybody gangsta grillin, homie what the drama for?

Cop the lawyer with the same motives I cock the llama for

Bandwagon is almost full, last call, all aboard

Always in some beef, what you expect less from a carnivore?

I'm bout it. Come and see me if you wanting all the facts

Matter fact, scrap yo tracks, all them old artifacts

You ain't got the heart to clap stop laying down lies on these bars and wax

I'm in these streets. Spitting sixteens way before I heard a rap

Songs, you know hot as shit, and the flow be cold as fuck

If you don’t know me by now well homie you should know this much

If she say she had me in the past, I dont know this smut

I ain't got no enemies cuz I dead them before the grow to such

So you gon have to notice us, cuz everywhere we go the hoes they notice us

We dont make it rain in the strip club they throw dough at us

[Chorus]

Five Dollars. Five Dollars

Five Dollars. Five Dollars. Five Dollars

[Dave]

They stole it, I rented it, then vogued it then tinted it

Then poed, then blowed, then drove slow thru yo tenement, slow as a life on

Ritalin. Clothes is Alife on Rivington. Flow is alike no

One or unh you might find one but I bet he ain't quite as riveting. Naw

Ain't many worth mentioning in the same vein. Gotta nice ring to it...

Dwayne Wade. Lens snap on a nigga... Dwayne Wayne. Stay superman high...

Dean Cain man. On a island boss, de plane plane. Turn the sirens off

On fire, or fine, or fly or die bitch bang (bitch bang bang)

My eyes low, and that weed stankin. I'm fly joe and yo seats taken

And she's taken if cee take it, mile high be the limit, nigga seats vacant

Shall I speed up in it, no cee stained it. No sleep to Brooklyn, cheesecake it

See I don't need Juniors, and we don't need rumors so ima slow it down no speed racer

No freestyles, no cliches, no cheap virals, no leak trailers

No free favors, no fee waivers, no free features, no lease laters

No switch siders, no dick ryders, no dick liars, no seed chasers

No games, no lames, mo fame, mo change, mo planes, champagne, mo weed papers ho