LYRICS
作词 : Michael Goode Jr./Burak Gökgöz/Jacob Kreider
作曲 : Jacob Kreider/Burak Gökgöz/Michael Goode Jr.
[ Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah
Damn, uh
[Refrain ]
Dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah, I get that shit
Without them dollar signs, let's see how far your bars gon' get
Don't do no features 'less I know you, got no price on this
This Double Lamb got no OG, just throw a beat and I'ma eat, nigga
[Chorus]
Nigga, I don't do no beatboxing, leave your feet hot
That nigga runnin' like a track star right out them Reeboks
It's no more parties for your shorty but she still gon' be a thot
Bet that bitch gon' make it clap to find a nigga with some guap
[Verse 1]
With your broke ass, your BD ain't got no cash, ho
We counted big bucks before I saw that TikTok, ho
Your favorite rapper probably waitin' on the next trend, ho
I'd rather get it out the mud before you help me, ho
That boy Mike Beezy, he don't rock with me, there ain't no stoppin' me
I seen them pop up out the cut when fans start uppin' all my streams
I remember ain't nobody used to talk about my heat
I remember everything, I never throw away receipts
[Chorus]
Nigga, I don't do no beatboxing, leave your feet hot
That nigga runnin' like a track star right out them Reeboks
It's no more parties for your shorty but she still gon' be a thot
Bet that bitch gon' make it clap to find a nigga with some guap
[Verse 2]
Oh, I see they catchin' felons on me (Woah, God)
If you see Kemp, just put the billy on it, got the city on it
I was ridin' in that Civic, homie, probably with a shorty
Now, I never like to kick it, everybody keep recording
Go by two things in my lifestyle
Gang money and lose niggas
Everything start gettin' better, you gon' see they ain't even cool with ya
Bad bitches tryna fool with 'em, I don't want nothin' to do with 'em
Fake love, tryna make amends just 'cause of that lil' bitty trend on TikToks
[Chorus]
Leave your feet hot
That nigga runnin' like a track star right out them Reeboks
It's no more parties for your shorty but she still gon' be a thot
Bet that bitch gon' make it clap to find a nigga with some guap
[Refrain]
Nigga, I go by dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah, I get that shit
Without them dollar signs, let's see how far your bars gon' get
Don't do no features 'less I know you, got no price on this
This Double Lamb ain't got OGs, just throw a beat and I'ma eat, lil' nigga (Mike Dimes)