Dollar Lyrics - Singles - Haystak

We gonna break this down and roll a blunt 

YEAH 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

First thing you know, Stak'll be a millionaire 

What couldn't I do if I had that 

( Ha, ha, ha, ha ha )