Another Day, Another Dollar

[Master P]

Yeah, T-R-U, all about the paper chase

Young Silkk, 'bout to take y'all foos on a journey

[Silkk the Shocker]

Seems it's a trip what niggas 'll do

For a grip in this day and age

See I be tryin' to get paid and

Keep my game sharper than a fade (like that)

Ridin' through the hood in somethin' tight

Like the Coupe that's dropped

Have them niggas starin' while they glarin'

When I hit tha block(woo shit)

On my way to check me a motherfuckin' grip

It's about that time

I got my hand upon my nine

Plus my money be on my mind

Stay away from these niggas

That be shady like a tree

I try to show 'em love

And get ta thinkin' they can be me

But a nigga I'll blast you

If I have to(why?)

Because cash rules(damn)

[Chorus]

[Silkk] x2

Another day another dollar

I'm all about that money an power

And if ya feel me ya holla

If you can't you's a coward

I'm all about tha dollar bills that I make

It's a day another dolla

Another dolla another day

[Master P]

Dolla dolla

Dolla dolla dolla bill y'all...x3

Dolla bill y'all

Dolla dolla bill y'all

Dolla dolla dolla bill y'all

[Silkk the Shocker]

Bitch I'ma G nigga like all tha way

So nigga they betta just fall away

(talkin' gangsta shit)

And still cross-over like Hardaway

I do more pimpin' than Scottie

A nigga fuckin' violent

Plus i'm silent, so you know a nigga a 'bout it

(whassup, whassup)

And some of these niggas show

They don't understand

Cause if I don't die or

Go to the pen(uh huh)

Shit huh, I'ma be tha man(damn)

And I be quick to hop in

Some gangsta shit(like that)

See if I had a quarter

For ever nigga told me they gonna major

Shit, I be rich

Kinda had flow ons

Them gold thangs spinnin' like some diamonds

With my clique right behind me

Nigga you know, just where to find me

Just tryin' to get a buck

Come up on the cut before the taz hit

But I been in this game so long

Shit, I done mastered it

By any means

The more fiends, the more green I have

I just kick back

And watch them, go out and get tha cash

And then I laugh(ha ha ha ha)

I'm just all about my paper

[Chorus]

[Silkk the Shocker]

I stay TRU to tha ghetto

Even if I make a mill'

Cause that's the only place I can go

When I'm broke and I keeps it trill

You besta believe

How I be about my mail(what?)

Whether it be sun out

Rain, snow, sleet, or hail

You know I gots to, watch my back

And be 'for shure black

(they can't fuck with you)

Beacause it's a proven fact(what?)

That some of these hoes jack(tell 'em)

I stay posted and be major

They trip

Cause how can I have a grip

And only be a teenager

You know they can't fade me

But they will try(nah they can't fuck with you)

Even though I wear a vest

And two straps you know I'ma still die(damn)

But until then I'm 'bout my paper black

Cause ain't no turnin' back

And ain't no savin' that(savin' that)

Can't take nothin' with me

So I guess I'll be a dead G

And ain't need for cryin' over me

[Chorus]

[Master P]

Heh, young Silkk

T-R-U, heh, we 'bout that money

Tha paper chase you know what I'm sayin'

Breakin' bread, it's all real

We all 'bout tha motherfuckin'

Dividends, dollars, mulah, money, cabbage

Or whateva the fuck you wanna call it