Yo, I got this plan to make some money. I want you to keep this shit to yourself.    At 6:15 am this truck pulls out the post office. I’m like a shootin’ wisher.    Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento,    which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings.      I did whatever I could to get by   Slang dope jack people hands in the sky      When you livin’ on the edge yeah holmie it’s a high   You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die      Livin’ in a hard world some are livin’ lies   Son you better wise up and open up your eyes      Shit it never easy holmie people will connive   Better have a hustle if you mean to survive      Why you’re so greedy can you tell us all why   Look holmie believe me you’re fuckin’ metal ply      For the dollar everybody is a target that’s real   Talkin’ is smog you’re fate’s signed and sealed      You could be the next one cross ‘em in the path   What maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath      All the money that we stole too weak to take greed   Give it to an honest man the money is still deep      Dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all      Fiend for the mean green   Never get enough is a mother fuckin’ gangsta dream      For the love of the cash flow   You could live fast and you could die slow      Show where’s the can bet your ass you believe it   ‘Cause niggas that you know try hard to be schemin’      Work hard is fuck for everything to rock   You a dead mother fucker ‘fore I get got      Fools got game floss and drop names   My move’s faster than a runaway train      Fuck the world don’t ask me for shit   Catch you on your knees and you want some dick      Spot a gold nigga with a hairline trigger   Each root your name the reputation get bigger      For the love of the money, pussy, drugs   Fools change and get all twisted up      Dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all      Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled   ‘Cause you were talkin’ for jacks and that’s real      Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal   Holmie for the dollar you can get yourself killed      He decided to jet it could happen with no discussion   Straps of all pain fools fuckin’ eruptin’      For the green little papers jackin’ your neighbors   But what if your neighbor put arms in his favor      Moved up the heater to mash you punk bitches   Don’t wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches      Nothin’ in life’s for free my nigga learn that   You burn someone they might just burn back      Scorchin’ niggas to the third degree   Auh y’all triggers deserve to be      Put out of you misery your history son   When your body disappears then the mystery come      Dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar bill y’all   Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all