Dolla Bill lyrics

[Intro: YNW Melly]
S-s-s-spit fire records
Hey, woah, hey (Woah)
Young n*gga world
Spit fire Melly and Iya Champs
(I'm like, yeah)

[Verse 1: Iya Champs & YNW Melly]
pus*yole man a lo-loner
High off a di Henny and the Loud, yah
Feel like seh mi higher dan the cloud, yah
Violate, Melly a [?]
Know I'ma shooter, hollow tips in my Ruger (Mhm-hmm)
And the way I'm in all these pus*y boy dreams like I'm Freddy Krueger (I'm Freddy Krueger)
I don't beef through computer (No computer)
I'm a blood, b*tch, I meant bombuter (Bratt, bratt, bratt)
Hit that lil' b*tch with the F&N, shoot at his mother and daddy and all of them
All of my Glock got a hundred round (Hunna, hunna, hunna)
Get that pus*y n*gga, we gon' lay him down (Bang-bang)
That big pus*y mushy, wet, down down (Splash)
pus*y mushy, soakin' wet, I might f*ckin' drown (Splash)
pus*y boy don't got my money, then it goin' down (Bang)

[Chorus: YNW Melly & Iya Champs]
Bang, bang, bang
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, yeah (Dollar, dollar bill, yeah)
Yeah
And if you ain't got my money, I'ma motherf*cking kill ya
He finna kill you
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, yeah
Dollar bill, yeah
If you ain't got my money, I'ma motherf*cking kill ya (Bang-bang)
You gotta get killed
[Verse 2: YNW Melly & Iya Champs]
B-I-N-G
Young rich n*gga, I got gold all in my teeth
Shawty wanna f*ck 'cause she know I'm from the G
Pull up with big Glock, F&N and 223
Melly got that white whip, whip it in the pan
You don't really want no beef, 'cause that choppa I can
Pull it out of the room, hit it with the broom
Yo, Iya Champs, tell them what we gon' do
Steff Curry [?] bun tree [?]
[?], split it up like [?]
Send couple grand [?] yard
Tell mummy [?] it off, lock it off like the light, ya

[Chorus: YNW Melly & Iya Champs]
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, yeah (Dollar bill)
And if you ain't got my money, I'ma motherf*cking kill ya
You gotta get killed
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, yeah
If you ain't got my money, I'ma f*cking kill ya

[Verse 1: Iya Champs & YNW Melly]
pus*yole man a lo-loner
High off a di Henny and the Loud, yah
Feel like seh mi higher dan the cloud, yah
Violate, Melly a [?]
Know I'ma shooter, hollow tips in my Ruger (Mhm-hmm)
And the way I'm in all these pus*y boy dreams like I'm Freddy Krueger (I'm Freddy Krueger)
I don't beef through computer (No computer)
I'm a blood, b*tch, I meant bombuter (Bratt, bratt, bratt)
Hit that lil' b*tch with the F&N, shoot at his mother and daddy and all of them
All of my Glock got a hundred round (Hunna, hunna, hunna)
Get that pus*y n*gga, we gon' lay him down (Bang-bang)
That big pus*y mushy, wet, down down (Splash)
pus*y mushy, soakin' wet, I might f*ckin' drown (Splash)
pus*y boy don't got my money, then it goin' down (Bang)
[Chorus: YNW Melly & Iya Champs]
Bang, bang, bang
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, yeah (Dollar, dollar bill, yeah)
Yeah
And if you ain't got my money, I'ma motherf*cking kill ya
He finna kill you
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill, yeah
Dollar bill, yeah
If you ain't got my money, I'ma motherf*cking kill ya (Bang-bang)
You gotta get killed