Doughboyz Cashout - Use To Sell Dimes lyrics
rate meOk, where should I start
Posted on the block, dart when see the narcs
Oh, na, that's too far, lemme take you back some more
When I ain't buy no school clothes , and bought my first half O
My granddaddy sold a lil' crack, I was broke pockets flat so I wanted in on that
Sobi became his supplier
Bagging up 8-balls while I watchthe wire
Used to hide my reup in the basement by the tires
I remember it like yesterday
I got a few complaints, I needed better yay
No expensive jeans yet, no benny plates
But when I pull my stack out, you should have seen the bitches
I was selling rocks all day 'round the clock
Dropped out of school, shit, I'm posted on the block
Fighting with my family er'time I came home
Said I need to get a job,but it went in one ear and out the other
(Hook)
Money on the flo money blowing all my lines
Forget about yours and let me get mines
Watch face flooded, I can barely tell the time
This shit amaze me, shit, I used to sell dimes
I used to sell dimes!
(Verse)
In the cold blowing in my hands, freezing
Sellin snow tryna come across a couple of grands And selling bows, but a nigga didn't have a bag
I had to sell 40 of em just to see a Band
Even holidays I would still supply the yay
Still fighting with the fam, boy, you just like your dad
My granny wanted me to be an old architect
Insteaf I got this doctor mask on, making blow stretch
Riding on the freeway, heart beating in my throat
Cause I got no L's and my trunk full of dope
A pistol on my waist, I didn't trust them niggas
They try to rob me?! I had to bust them niggas
Cant let a nigga take my shit like a lame
Getting y sack ran, you might as well quit the game
A couple niggas fuck they cheese up and played phone tag I cut them niggas off and ball hard on they hoe ass
(Hook)
Riding in a phantom ,me and Jeezy
With a loose redbone she so sleazy
The game still callin me it say it need me
I'm tryna fuck wit rap now because it feed me
Tipsy off of PJ in somebody club, around all these celebrities but I'm wit all thugs
Lookin at my jewels like how I get this, it's comin back to me now I had to flip this.
20 on my wrist another 40 on my neck, I hustle hard wit the best that's how I got respect.
Stayed loyal to my niggas fuck a outsider ended up a rapstar started as a yay buyer
Loubotins on my feet about 2 G's that's used to be my re up on 2 ozs
They don't know me they only know the shine
(Ended up ballin and I used to sell dime)
Thanks to BP for correcting these lyrics
