Listen & enjoy! Lyrics: They let us in the rap game I swear they let me in the ************* rap game Got a chick, I call her Lola She feel like the ocean Likes to drink and smoke some doja And I feel like smokin' Plus she good at charmin' cobras I feel like I'm chosen But she ain't the only one, no Got a chick, I call her Catia She be actin bougie The she came through and topped me off Now she just a groupie Got the aura of the mafia Her friends wish they knew me But they ain't the only ones, no no What they want, what they want, what they want Dollar signs, yeah, I know its what they want What they want, what they want, what they want Y'all ain't foolin' me at all I been at this **** for nine years, now they startin' to call I'm a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved Yippee kiyay, aw yeah, 'bout to set it off I'm probably the only one yea Come correct when you approach me, I can size you up Takin' all the shots like Kobe, almost 81 Guess I gotta play the goalie and go and save me some I'm proabably the only one, ye-ah What they want, what they want, what they want Dollar signs, yeah, I know its what they want What they want, what they want, what they want Y'all ain't foolin' me at all Who wants my money, I'll tell you who I don't **** with Who's pullin' strings, I'm just pointing out all the puppets What I'm demanding is ******* up all the budgets I'm smart as ****, they be talkin' like I'm the dumbest But I know what they want from me Dollars, lotta stock in me It ain't nothin' personal It's business and I'm a commodity But honestly, Pop Pop would be turnin' in his grave The day I let someone else become the boss of me When there's a boss in me, I'll be damned What they want, what they want, what they want Dollar signs, yeah, I know its what they want What they want, what they want, what they want Y'all ain't foolin' me at all
Credit to Russ for the song!
