Slave To The Dollar Songtext / Lyric

I'm a slave to the dollar

To the dollar, to the dollar

Rock City

Right About Now



I'm a slave to the dollar

Man ah man never had that's why we die for the dollar (Yea-aye)

Cheat and rob and lie for the dollar (whoa-oh)

Just let it kill dem kill dem all it kill dem






Ugh, spending this bread getting to my head

Fuck what yall said man I want a lot of money

Every red cent that I go get

I ain't gon lie man it make these hoes love me

I ain't had nothing if I ever want something

I'mma have to go get it and I just might buss it

Buss it buss it buss it buss it buss it

(woo hey huuh)

They all got a problem when you came from the bottom

And ya moved in their building then they asking you some questions

See it's alright when ya skin lil light

But they really don't like when you're my complexion

I don't really care I just let lil man swing

On top the chandeliers and I wish they say sum'n

Sum'n sum'n sum'n sum'n yuh can't do me nothing wah

You need a couple hundreds just to get a couple grand

Cause you wanna make a milli so you hit the ground running

Anybody tell you it's the root of all evil

Man lemme tell you something man them niggas just frontin'

Ya got one life and ya live it twice

Whether wrong or right man ya better just spend it

Spend it spend it spend it spend it

Ya can't take it with ya better spend it



I'm a slave to the dollar

Man ah man never had that's why we die for the dollar (Yea-aye)

Cheat and rob and lie for the dollar (whoa-oh)

Just let it kill dem kill dem all it kill dem

I'm a slave to the dollar

Man ah man ah work real hard for the dollar

We even risk it all for the dollar

Man ah man ah hustle and ah hustle for a milli on de corner

Housing



Yaow, look I just wanna live I don't need the money

Nigga yea right who the fuck am I kidding

You know I gotta stunt and get a lil fresh

For them hoes guess I'm a slave to the women

Pull up to the club with me and all my niggas

So whoever's at the front better not be trippin trippin

Trippin you just a door man mufucka stop trippin (woo)

Liste, first class flight different girl every night

Least once in my life I can say that I did it

Living in the hood and you're broke so ya move that dope

Now the police paying you a visit

Work real hard still can't get job

One way or the other mufucka I'ma get it get it get it

Either I'ma die trying or I'ma get it forget it

Raised in the trap but I made it out of that

And I ain't looking back nigga I ain't stopping

I ain't never had so as soon as I get it

You know I'mma hit the mall nigga time to go shopping

Say that I'm black and I don't know how to act

Well my nigga just for that I'm about to get it poppin'

Poppin' poppin'

Get dis muduscunt rocking



I'm a slave to the dollar

Man ah man never had that's why we die for the dollar (Yea-aye)

Cheat and rob and lie for the dollar (whoa-oh)

Just let it kill dem kill dem all it kill dem

I'm a slave to the dollar

Man ah man ah work real hard for the dollar

We even risk it all for the dollar

Man ah man ah hustle and ah hustle for a milli on de corner

Alright alright alright alright alright

Alright alright alright

Alright alright alright alright alright

Man ah man ah hustle and ah hustle for a milli on de corner