$200 been a dream chaser
Uh, it's dialing
It's dialing
Hey, hit me on the train
You know everything, man, we be dropping it here
Yeah, yeah
Uh, it's dialing
Uh, yeah
It's dialing
It's dialing
It's dialing
Uh, uh
Hey, it's dialing
It's 4-12 in the morning. I spend my 12 blocks
I got opps, so if I see a n***a dead, he get popped
Feed me a bop
Look up in my eyes, see I'm on top
I feel that love, but it be fake
So I don't give this ho my time
We gon' shine, but still a devil for the underage generic kind
Who gon' die
I'm ridin' with my head to the sky
Who is I
Really, then he f*ck n****s that try
Really, then he f*ck hoes that slide
Spendin' all night, n***a, what's the time
Old dumb ho try to murder me when she try to put that truck on me
I know I said a lot of hurtful things, but bitch, you crossed that line with me
My mind go blank when I think about frontin' rules
It get the best of me, got the recipe
I was sittin' on Avenue, tryin' to sell the city dreams
Who believe in me
I was sittin' across that room, wanted to be on TV screens
It ain't bout to be, it ain't bout to be
Cause at the end, it's all on me
I'm an operator, but n****s don't wanna admit it
Cause they put some in their head of doin' all the favors
I was spendin' head, hunnid dollars, been a dream chaser
They want us caged up
They want us hurt, cause we control the city
They, they feel like Magimix
I talk that real now, they tryin' to get us catered
Next time you wanna get my name up, I'm really free
But I still spend a block off a n***a tryin' to hang up
F*ck twelve in the morning
I spend my twelve blocks, I got opps
So if I see a n***a, then he get popped
Feed me a bop
Look up in my eyes, see I'm on top
I feel that love, better be facin' on
Give me all my time, we gon' shine
But still a devil for us, under each generic kind
Who gon' die? I ride with my head to the sky
Who is I
Realer than he f*ck n****s that try
Realer than he f*ck hoes that slide
All night, n***a, what's the time
F*ck twelve in the morning
I spend my twelve blocks, let off about twelve shots
So bitch don't call twelve now
When y'all was in, y'all outside
I was out there at your mailbox
I was locked down in the cell block, just waitin' for the bell line
And y'all ain't even help me
When I was in the stressin'
When ain't none of y'all bless me
I took my liquid step, who was proud of me
When I got my GED and put up on my ten
Ain't no opp in me, this is not Monopoly
I done had the code swing
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Dolla Bill 800 - 4:12 am Lyrics
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$200 been a dream chaser
Uh, it's dialing
It's dialing
Hey, hit me on the train
You know everything, man, we be dropping it here
Yeah, yeah
Uh, it's dialing
Uh, yeah
It's dialing
It's dialing
It's dialing
Uh, uh
Hey, it's dialing
It's 4-12 in the morning. I spend my 12 blocks
I got opps, so if I see a n***a dead, he get popped
Feed me a bop
Look up in my eyes, see I'm on top
I feel that love, but it be fake
So I don't give this ho my time
We gon' shine, but still a devil for the underage generic kind
Who gon' die
I'm ridin' with my head to the sky
Who is I
Really, then he f*ck n****s that try
Really, then he f*ck hoes that slide
Spendin' all night, n***a, what's the time
Old dumb ho try to murder me when she try to put that truck on me
I know I said a lot of hurtful things, but bitch, you crossed that line with me
My mind go blank when I think about frontin' rules
It get the best of me, got the recipe
I was sittin' on Avenue, tryin' to sell the city dreams
Who believe in me
I was sittin' across that room, wanted to be on TV screens
It ain't bout to be, it ain't bout to be
Cause at the end, it's all on me
I'm an operator, but n****s don't wanna admit it
Cause they put some in their head of doin' all the favors
I was spendin' head, hunnid dollars, been a dream chaser
They want us caged up
They want us hurt, cause we control the city
They, they feel like Magimix
I talk that real now, they tryin' to get us catered
Next time you wanna get my name up, I'm really free
But I still spend a block off a n***a tryin' to hang up
F*ck twelve in the morning
I spend my twelve blocks, I got opps
So if I see a n***a, then he get popped
Feed me a bop
Look up in my eyes, see I'm on top
I feel that love, better be facin' on
Give me all my time, we gon' shine
But still a devil for us, under each generic kind
Who gon' die? I ride with my head to the sky
Who is I
Realer than he f*ck n****s that try
Realer than he f*ck hoes that slide
All night, n***a, what's the time
F*ck twelve in the morning
I spend my twelve blocks, let off about twelve shots
So bitch don't call twelve now
When y'all was in, y'all outside
I was out there at your mailbox
I was locked down in the cell block, just waitin' for the bell line
And y'all ain't even help me
When I was in the stressin'
When ain't none of y'all bless me
I took my liquid step, who was proud of me
When I got my GED and put up on my ten
Ain't no opp in me, this is not Monopoly
I done had the code swing
Music
Music
Music
Music
Music
Uh, it's dialing
It's dialing
Hey, hit me on the train
You know everything, man, we be dropping it here
Yeah, yeah
Uh, it's dialing
Uh, yeah
It's dialing
It's dialing
It's dialing
Uh, uh
Hey, it's dialing
It's 4-12 in the morning. I spend my 12 blocks
I got opps, so if I see a n***a dead, he get popped
Feed me a bop
Look up in my eyes, see I'm on top
I feel that love, but it be fake
So I don't give this ho my time
We gon' shine, but still a devil for the underage generic kind
Who gon' die
I'm ridin' with my head to the sky
Who is I
Really, then he f*ck n****s that try
Really, then he f*ck hoes that slide
Spendin' all night, n***a, what's the time
Old dumb ho try to murder me when she try to put that truck on me
I know I said a lot of hurtful things, but bitch, you crossed that line with me
My mind go blank when I think about frontin' rules
It get the best of me, got the recipe
I was sittin' on Avenue, tryin' to sell the city dreams
Who believe in me
I was sittin' across that room, wanted to be on TV screens
It ain't bout to be, it ain't bout to be
Cause at the end, it's all on me
I'm an operator, but n****s don't wanna admit it
Cause they put some in their head of doin' all the favors
I was spendin' head, hunnid dollars, been a dream chaser
They want us caged up
They want us hurt, cause we control the city
They, they feel like Magimix
I talk that real now, they tryin' to get us catered
Next time you wanna get my name up, I'm really free
But I still spend a block off a n***a tryin' to hang up
F*ck twelve in the morning
I spend my twelve blocks, I got opps
So if I see a n***a, then he get popped
Feed me a bop
Look up in my eyes, see I'm on top
I feel that love, better be facin' on
Give me all my time, we gon' shine
But still a devil for us, under each generic kind
Who gon' die? I ride with my head to the sky
Who is I
Realer than he f*ck n****s that try
Realer than he f*ck hoes that slide
All night, n***a, what's the time
F*ck twelve in the morning
I spend my twelve blocks, let off about twelve shots
So bitch don't call twelve now
When y'all was in, y'all outside
I was out there at your mailbox
I was locked down in the cell block, just waitin' for the bell line
And y'all ain't even help me
When I was in the stressin'
When ain't none of y'all bless me
I took my liquid step, who was proud of me
When I got my GED and put up on my ten
Ain't no opp in me, this is not Monopoly
I done had the code swing
Music
Music
Music
Music
Music
Writer: Tyrese Priest
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