Dollar Signs Lyrics - Singles - Kevin Wei

(Hook/Chorus - Kevin Wei) 

Dollar signs, money, cash, currency (yeah) 

What it's all about in the industry (tell em) 

Stack checks, cars, chains, and clothes (oh!) 

Where did all the real music go? (huh? ha!) 

Dollar signs (x2) 

It's all they see in their enterprise 

Dollar signs (x2) 

It's all we see at the end of price 

Dollar signs! 

(Verse 1 - Shado) 

Every artist brings a story to the table 

We brothers, can and able disabled inside this fable 

Question...What's satellite without the cable? 

this competition revolving around itself enables 

us to change the game with a flame that never burns out 

bringing rage to the bangs that never turn out 

testing range in a cage will never work out 

but I'm insane in the brain with a chain that lurks out 

to catch you, soon to be tattooed, 

everything is now seeming to smell like some cat food 

fishy, all i see is broken dishes in the kitchen 

Lil mama in the corner scream and twisting 

now you can see me doing everything I've wished for 

got rid of the fakes, now all i have is kinfolk 

all I'm hearing now are questions like "Who's this" 

but don't worry I'm just laying down the blueprint 

(Verse 2 - 1Chance) 

If you got it then it's easy to get caught in the hype 

But if you don't, then you're only living through the lyrics you write 

Fellas get on the mic, and spit a mean story in the booth 

And tell you all types of things, but you don't hear the truth 

But they don't need it as long as they making revenue 

That's the reason keeping it real is something they never do 

Brainwashed in the video clips, got people really thinking that they that rich 

You see the gliss and the glam, and then you listen to the story they speak 

It don't match; you getting paper but you be on the street 

Slinging the grip and the heat, that's all fake, it ain't no debate 

And those the guys that these people like to over rate 

If you're creative with a message in your rhymes 

And you're whack and then they ain't showing no respect to your design 

They swear at your behind, but I'm far from that -- I keep it real and I go hard with raps 

(Verse 3 - T.Y.J. (The Young Jordan)) 

You taking bout your cash, you talking how you got fame 

Light me up and I will spit it with a hot flame 

I be popping, I be bursting like I hit a vein 

And I be flying in the sky, I'll passing planes 

All you rappers got no attitude 

And I be stuck within the rap like I'm made of glue 

I will bite your heads off like I'm making stew 

You gotta look at rap from another point of view 

I'm really motivated that is what I'm made of 

Put my heart in this game, yes I got love 

You guys are all fake scripted, movie scene 

And I be repping for my brothers and all of my team 

Making enemies and that is how I cause trouble 

I take my own risks and I don't need a stunt double 

You say you're getting money, you say you're getting sex 

It ain't nothing if you really getting no respect