Pop you like a perk in a zan
Cause I be takin' one for the team
Easy no cover girl take it easy
Okay
Your baby mama touch her knees
Dollar Bill for two B's
With a whole lot of cheese On South Beach catchin' the breeze
Red dollars blue faces smoking trees
The color town don't beg please
Cause my gun be ready to squeeze
Lil Hattie all I know is straight stepping for my Z's
Draw it down man down When you speaking bout them keys
Ain't no trusting or finessing When you dealing with them P's
I'm so pimp tight that your girl can't give me a disease
Your baby mama touch her knees Dollar Bill for two B's
With a whole lot of cheese On South Beach catchin' the breeze
Red Dollars blue faces smoking trees
The color time don't beg please
Cause my gun be ready to squeeze
Dollar Bill - Squeeze Lyrics
Dollar Bill - Squeeze Lyrics
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Pop you like a perk in a zan
Cause I be takin' one for the team
Easy no cover girl take it easy
Okay
Your baby mama touch her knees
Dollar Bill for two B's
With a whole lot of cheese On South Beach catchin' the breeze
Red dollars blue faces smoking trees
The color town don't beg please
Cause my gun be ready to squeeze
Lil Hattie all I know is straight stepping for my Z's
Draw it down man down When you speaking bout them keys
Ain't no trusting or finessing When you dealing with them P's
I'm so pimp tight that your girl can't give me a disease
Your baby mama touch her knees Dollar Bill for two B's
With a whole lot of cheese On South Beach catchin' the breeze
Red Dollars blue faces smoking trees
The color time don't beg please
Cause my gun be ready to squeeze
Cause I be takin' one for the team
Easy no cover girl take it easy
Okay
Your baby mama touch her knees
Dollar Bill for two B's
With a whole lot of cheese On South Beach catchin' the breeze
Red dollars blue faces smoking trees
The color town don't beg please
Cause my gun be ready to squeeze
Lil Hattie all I know is straight stepping for my Z's
Draw it down man down When you speaking bout them keys
Ain't no trusting or finessing When you dealing with them P's
I'm so pimp tight that your girl can't give me a disease
Your baby mama touch her knees Dollar Bill for two B's
With a whole lot of cheese On South Beach catchin' the breeze
Red Dollars blue faces smoking trees
The color time don't beg please
Cause my gun be ready to squeeze
Writer: Alfred Alexander
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid