Dollars Make Sense

[Intro: Jay Rock]

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[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

Twisted off the herb

Kush got me lifted like some hands up in church

Twenty-six inches, sittin' off the curb

Big money, make a killin' when I kill 'em with my verbs

But haters wanna talk, tryna work my nerves

Pay 'em no mind, I just hit 'em where it hurts

The gutter's in my blood, know I came from the dirt

Step up in the place, not a stain on his shirt

Don't try to jack or things'll get worse

You don't really wanna see this MAC-10 emerge

Might be at a bar, drinkin' like a fish

Baby wanna swallow, so I might grant her wish

Down, spent a lot of dollars on this fit

Struttin' like a pimp, see the Guccis on the kicks

I know the niggas jealous of a kid

That's why I keep them Uzis in the whip, don't trip

[Chorus: Ab-Soul & Glasses Malone]

Don't make a motherfucker pull the tool out

Or everybody's laid out like a luau

Don't make a nigga make the news now

You fly, lookin' for somethin' to shoot down

You niggas think I'm insane (Insane)

You think I lost my brain (My brain)

And I could give a fuck about your wits

I'ma tell you like this

Only dollars make sense

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]

You niggas better recognize

I can hop out and spray like insecticide

A hundred rounds'll have your whole hood petrified

Pull up, push on niggas for the exercise

It's a chain, why you worried 'bout your necklace size?

Niggas around the corner waitin' just to snatch it

Hit you with the ratchets, they do it for the practice

Know a ten-year-old that'll come and bring you your casket

It's live or die, drinkin' liquor 'till my liver fries

I'm a G, you can see through any given eye

On any given Sunday, a nigga sinnin' heavy

In the city with the water, never broke a levy

You motherfuckers ain't ready

I'm hot like the Serengeti, so deadly

Still jealous of a kid

That's why I keep them Uzis in the whip, don't trip

[Chorus: Ab-Soul & Glasses Malone]

Don't make a motherfucker pull the tool out

Or everybody's laid out like a luau

Don't make a nigga make the news now

You fly, lookin' for somethin' to shoot down

You niggas think I'm insane (Insane)

You think I lost my brain (My brain)

And I could give a fuck about your wits

I'ma tell you like this

Only dollars make sense

[Verse 3: Glasses Malone]

Check it

I'm 'bout fed up with this rap shit

And Rock the only dude I wanna rap with

Rest of y'all, shit, a nigga wanna scrap with

You bitches lights, camera, action like an actress

Fact is, I'm just tired of directing

Now, when I yell shoot, there's bullets flyin' your direction

Ground covered in blood stains and MAC shells

Then I ride off in the cutty bumpin' Maxwell

It's Watts where prop' low is rat's tail

Shit, the only thing up is the crack sales

So I invest, stocks in the streets

Let the fans worry 'bout 'em, beach cruisin' get release

You see this water, and this white is my relief

I'ma pump, pump, pump 'til my heart cease to beat

I know y'all jealous of a Crip

That's why I keep them Uzi in the six, don't trip, bitch

[Chorus: Ab-Soul & Glasses Malone]

Don't make a motherfucker pull the tool out

Or everybody's laid out like a luau

Don't make a nigga make the news now

You fly, lookin' for somethin' to shoot down

You niggas think I'm insane (Insane)

You think I lost my brain (My brain)

And I could give a fuck about your wits

I'ma tell you like this

Only dollars make sense