DOLLAR BILLS kets4eki & asteria
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[Pre-Chorus: asteria]
We at the function
We pop them pills so we turn gray, everyday
Your funds are nothing
We makin' money anyway, we gettin' paid
[Chorus: kets4eki]
Pull up to the function, give a fuck 'bout what it say
Poppin' pills, dollar bills, pop that shit 'til we gon' break
Every day, don't give a fuck 'bout nothin', bitch, we getting paid
Know that everybody making money anyway
Pull up to the function, give a fuck 'bout what it say
Poppin' pills, dollar bills, pop that shit 'til we gon' break
Every day, don't give a fuck 'bout nothin', bitch, we getting paid
Know that everybody making money anyway
[Verse: asteria]
We make them bands, we make a lot
Got hella fans, got hella thots
I seen her moving, how she doing, it so good, I gotta watch
Then count those bands up in the car
She got me swerving parking spots
We throwing all these dollar bills for some pills that we pop
We tryna die tonight, scratch the party, we don't care
Get high alright, now there's bitches, so we send them home
Tonight, tonight, gotta live like there's no tomorrow
When I die, ask them how the party's like when I'm gone
We at the function
We pop them pills so we turn gray, everyday
Your funds are nothing
We makin' money anyway, we gettin' paid
[Chorus: kets4eki]
Pull up to the function, give a fuck 'bout what it say
Poppin' pills, dollar bills, pop that shit 'til we gon' break
Every day, don't give a fuck 'bout nothin', bitch, we getting paid
Know that everybody making money anyway
Pull up to the function, give a fuck 'bout what it say
Poppin' pills, dollar bills, pop that shit 'til we gon' break
Every day, don't give a fuck 'bout nothin', bitch, we getting paid
Know that everybody making money anyway
[Verse: asteria]
We make them bands, we make a lot
Got hella fans, got hella thots
I seen her moving, how she doing, it so good, I gotta watch
Then count those bands up in the car
She got me swerving parking spots
We throwing all these dollar bills for some pills that we pop
We tryna die tonight, scratch the party, we don't care
Get high alright, now there's bitches, so we send them home
Tonight, tonight, gotta live like there's no tomorrow
When I die, ask them how the party's like when I'm gone
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