
LETRA
100 Dollar Bill Skyscraper I do it, I do True players what we is, man True players don't dissolve It's B.I.G. Sean don Mac my boy (Let's give them some shit to ride to) Oh God! Now give me everything I ask for or end up in a cast, ho Never slow down, that's why I'm getting paid fast forward Standin' on my money, that's a cash flow (Oh) Smokin' medical, sippin' chemical I need a lab coat From where they're livin' on food stamps, that's past poor Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport Yeah I made it out, made it up, Butler remain makin' it up Never satisfied what I make, no such thing as makin' enough Bitch I'm livin' like it's Monopoly Tryin' to dodge jail and I'm buyin' up the property Wifey was down with monogamy, 'til she started massaging me But you can't have a dollar ho, blame it on the economy A young player at the tip-top Bitch niggas hatin', bad bitches wanna lip-lock I could show you the ropes since I got the game in a slipknot From a city of g's, I'm just the one that was picked out Yup Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper Paper, paper, paper You might pass out and die if you try and match my labor Labor, labor, labor Man every time they see me they say, "Boy what you doin'?" "Boy what you doin'?" "Boy-boy what you doin'?" Bitch I'm tryin' to build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper Scraper, scraper, stackin' my paper Bitch, unzip my pants 'fore you try and take 'em off Open wide, say, "Ahh" then you cough See I got so many shows, think it's a season of LOST Get money, uniform, you could see I'm on my job Aw damn, bitch you better stand in your lane All my jams are so insane, you're just Danity Kane Straight pu*** and no balls, rockin' jeans and thug Sandals that's a faux pas, have 'em all like (Oh God) Every time we showin' off True players what we is and true players don't dissolve They involved into what Gotti was Iller than you thought you was Now we in Bugatis ridin' shotty when we shoppin' For some good shit, I don't claim no hood shit But I guarantee you I ain't on that Hollywood shit Hey, unless it's chillin' up at holiday hills And rap sixteen bars, all of 'em ill, what Say, say, say, say True players what we is and true players don't dissolve (x6) [Hook]
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