[Intro: BEAM]
Dollars, dollars, dollars, dollars
[Chorus: BEAM, Headie One & AJ Tracey]
Dollars over pleasure, don't you know?
Love is more than passion, don't you know? (Suh, suh)
Chopper dem a chop an decenter, don't you know? (Yeah)
It get dark when everything a pop off, yuh dun know (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1: Headie One]
You ever sat there looking at a bird? You were thinkin', "I should've, would've, could've"
Before I ever got me a chef that's a goodas
I was on an opp block with the cookers (Baow)
My young boy going west for the hammers (Baow), he's coming like Kudus (Turn)
All he wanna do is leave with a somethin' (Yeah), hе just wanna do it like Dudus
Where would I bе in this life of sin
If this music never took off? (Where would I be?)
Would still be in the field with a cane like Müller
Probably find myself in Woodhill sat in jail where the time's all stood still (Suh, suh, suh-suh-suh-suh)
[Pre-Chorus: Headie One]
I got niggas sitting down feelin' like they were too real for themselves
Thinkin' why they gotta do this to themselves
Thinkin' now they gotta do this or themselves
But we can make a W from two Ls
They'll tell you they love you, love yourself (Suh-suh-suh-suh, suh)
Money, power and wealth, who can I trust when I can't trust myself?
Dollars, dollars, dollars, dollars
[Chorus: BEAM, Headie One & AJ Tracey]
Dollars over pleasure, don't you know?
Love is more than passion, don't you know? (Suh, suh)
Chopper dem a chop an decenter, don't you know? (Yeah)
It get dark when everything a pop off, yuh dun know (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1: Headie One]
You ever sat there looking at a bird? You were thinkin', "I should've, would've, could've"
Before I ever got me a chef that's a goodas
I was on an opp block with the cookers (Baow)
My young boy going west for the hammers (Baow), he's coming like Kudus (Turn)
All he wanna do is leave with a somethin' (Yeah), hе just wanna do it like Dudus
Where would I bе in this life of sin
If this music never took off? (Where would I be?)
Would still be in the field with a cane like Müller
Probably find myself in Woodhill sat in jail where the time's all stood still (Suh, suh, suh-suh-suh-suh)
[Pre-Chorus: Headie One]
I got niggas sitting down feelin' like they were too real for themselves
Thinkin' why they gotta do this to themselves
Thinkin' now they gotta do this or themselves
But we can make a W from two Ls
They'll tell you they love you, love yourself (Suh-suh-suh-suh, suh)
Money, power and wealth, who can I trust when I can't trust myself?
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