Haystak Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Dollar Lyrics

rtist: Haystak

 Album: Car Fulla White Boys

 Song: Dollar

 Typed by: eagle32@bluegrass.net

 

 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 )