Haystak - DOLLAR lyrics

rate me

We gonna break this down and roll a blunt

YEAH

( Verse 1 )

Since the seventh grade I was told I would never excel

Hopeless, I would either be dead or in jail

Destined to fail

But I done came to far to turn back

Just poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks

I learned to add and subtract

And I never went back

To that lil\' school I had been sent to

Find some shit I could get in to

Been through more by the time I was eighteen

Then most people go through before they thirty

I\'m from the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy )

Trouble-maker, hard-headed motherfucker

In one ear and out the other

I got a brother named bubba

Different daddy same mother

Remind me of when I was younger lil\' bad motherfucker

My told me son it\'s time to settle down

Momma your baby\'s a player and I get around

I be up all night gone on that Hennessey and weed

The only thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed

( Chorus )

If I had a dollar for all of y\'all

That wanna see me in my grave

I could just pack up and move away

And spend the rest of my days getting paid

If I had a dime for every time

Somebody tried to insult my game

I\'d be in the islands doing fine

Counting money sipping some champaign

( Verse 2 )

Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my tension

I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile detention

I grew up making bargains to get back on the streets

I concentrated on paper just to get back on my feet

I\'m money minded, saw my people progress

Paranoid, I\'m underneath a bullet proof vest

Staying stressed, peeping out the curtains knowing death is certain

I know them killers is lurking

Ha, Ha, Smirking when I ride by they broke ass

I aint stunting \'em, cause they aint making no cash

I\'m gonna let them royalty checks accumulate

We so good with it there\'s nothing you can do but hate

( Chorus ) Repeat 1

( Verse 3 )

Whooo

I gotta be thinking I\'m get my ass killed

Filled with strap kneel

Cause over the passed years it\'s bad here in Nashville

This one\'s for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field

Way before the record deals we pack steal, that\'s real

Dropped a CD at every jackhead club

Out to get me thinking I\'m a million dollar motherfucker

But at night I can\'t sleep, I toss and turn

Visions of Benz\'s be bought and money being burned

I might not hit the billboard but I\'m keeping it crunk

And I get much love in Beechwood and lil Will\'s trunk

you know no eastcoast to westcoast may not see that

I get big love where I be at, Bitch believe that

So many setbacks I got to try to overcome

I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb

I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh

While that AK 47 shell cut me in half

Yeah, then you woke up you hater

Why don\'t you do something with your life

Get money boy, get up off yo ass

Stop hating on me and mine and get ya own

That\'s what the hell you need to do

Bring the hook back boy

( Chorus )

If I had a dollar for all of y\'all

That wanna see me in my grave

I could just pack up and move away

And spend the rest of my days getting paid

If I had a dime for everytime

One of y\'all tried to insult my game

I would just...

( Haystak )

First thing you know, Stak\'ll be a millionaire

What couldn\'t I do if I had that

( ha, ha, ha, ha ha