Colie - Dolla Bands Lyrics

I just wrote a hit song...
I Just wrote a hit song...
Dolla Bands
Dolla Dolla Dolla Bands
I walk around carry stacks in my hands
All these dolla bands
Dolla Dolla Bands
My paper stacking fast
I'm doing better than your mans
Dolla Bands
Dolla Dolla Dolla Bands
I walk around carry stacks in my hands
All these dolla bands
Dolla Dolla Bands
This paper stacking fast
I'm doing better than your mans
I run around the city
I'm hyped up
I ain't poppin' xans
I'm thee epiphany of everything
You can't do
Boo - Hoo
Who is you?
I'm doing me
Chase this paper
Hustle harder, making moves
Chillin' with my crew
What it do
And Call me queen, call me savage
Green life, I ain't talking salad
Ou
Different categories
I got options like my life is scattergories
Call me Dexter
Cookin' up in my laboratory
Giddy giddy, when they with me yeah they like to laugh
And hippy hippy
The type of bitch who wear a stone around her neck
Pretty face, tight body
If I holla at you would you holla back?
Whatchu think of that?
So f*ck what you thought
F*ck all those bitches in the past
F*ck what you bought
I can buy you everything you never had
I count stacks, I secure the bag
And when they ask
Tell em' I got dolla bands
I got stacks
Dolla Bands
Dolla Dolla Dolla Bands
I walk around carry stacks in my hands
All these dolla bands
Dolla Dolla Bands
My paper stacking fast
I'm doing better than your mans
Dolla Bands
Dolla Dolla Dolla Bands
I walk around carry stacks in my hands
All these dolla bands
Dolla Dolla Bands
My paper stacking fast
I'm doing better than your mans
Giddy up, giddy up, let go
No Santa Claus, let's take a trip around the world
Ayy
And what you like?
What you drink?
You like goods
We can do some blow
Anything you want it's a go
Tell me where you wanna go
And we can go
You wanna keep this quiet
We can keep this on the low
You can be my baby who count all my dough
And I can be the baby who gon' roll this dope
Let me show you how a real bitch behave
We can be babes
Take a chance baby, it's okay
Let me show you how a real bitch behave
I hear you like to bake
Let me show you how I bake this cake
So f*ck what you thought
F*ck all those bitches in the past
F*ck what you bought
I can buy you everything you never had
I count stacks, I secure the bag
And when they ask
Tell em' I got dolla bands I got stacks
Dolla Bands
Dolla Dolla Dolla Bands
I walk around carry stacks in my hands
All these dolla bands
Dolla Dolla Bands
My paper stacking fast
I'm doing better than your mans
Dolla Bands
Dolla Dolla Dolla Bands
I walk around carry stacks in my hands
All these dolla bands
Dolla Dolla Bands
My paper stacking fast
I'm doing better than your mans
Hear me out
Went from sad to feeling too good
See life comes in waves
All the way back to my childhood
Stripped of my childhood
Stripped of my livelihood
F*ck it, Cause' today I'm looking like I belong up in Hollywood
5'2 Shorty who can face a whole backwoods
Slim thick shorty
Fat bitch hottie
I don't give no f*cks what they wanna call me
I'm just misunderstood
Yeah
So my theory is they jealous cause they see me doing everything they wish they could
See I fit in the hood
But I ain't necessarily grow up in the hood
But my mom went in debt just to give us the best that she could
So f*ck what you thought
F*ck all those bitches in the past
F*ck what you bought
I can buy you everything you never had
I count stacks, I secure the bag
And when they ask
Tell em' I got dolla bands I got stacks
Dolla Bands
Dolla Dolla Dolla Bands
I walk around carry stacks in my hands
Dolla bands
Dolla Dolla Bands
My paper stacking fast
I'm doing better than your mans
Dolla Bands
Dolla Dolla Dolla Bands
Walk around carry stacks in my hands
All these dolla bands
Dolla Dolla Bands
My paper stacking fast
I'm doing better than your mans