Dolla Bill Red Cafe

[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri Sample]
Makin' ya dance every chance I get (Uh-huh)
And haters sayin', "Damn, do he ever catch bricks?"
All— all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill
All— all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill
Makin' ya dance every chance I get (Uh-huh)
And haters sayin', "Damn, do he ever catch bricks?"
All— all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill
All I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill
All I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill
All I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill

[Verse 1: Red Café]
Yeah, yeah, straight up, I be paid up
Get white girl powdery like makeup
Arm & Hammer, cut it up, no razor
You order, I deliver like labor
I be the waiter, uh, The bartender, uh
The reason your girl gone 'til November, uh
Wifеy burglarer, I be servin' ya
Rihanna on thе hook, the murderer gets it (Oh)
My girls be off Patrón
My ass sits on a throne
Cameraman take a flick (Click)
I'm rich, boy, threw D's on a bitch (Click)
I get it raw like Wh-Wh-Whitney (What else?)
My head bald like Br-Br-Britney (What else?)
Arm & Hammer got the meanest lean
So I got a lotta sons, a Phoenix team, huh