T.I. – I Need Dollas Lyrics

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[Hook: Aloe Blacc]
Well I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar that's what I need
Said I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar that's what I need
And I need dollar dollar, a dollar that's what I need
And if I share with you my story would you share your dollar with me

[Verse 1]
You know what it is
Bitch it's still none other than the King
Need green just to occupy my rubberbands
Hundred grand at a time, keep it coming
When I started I was trapping
Woke up ballin like "what happened?"

It's gonna be up to the captain
Let's just smoke up in this city
Let me get 100 milli and focus on a billi
What's the muthafuckin dilly nigga? You already know
Profits at a steady flow, cheddar, paper, fetti, dough
Stay a step ahead of whatever when niggas say he go
We never should've let him go to movies, television shows
And who we foolin? He ain't stupid
His bankroll just feed his ego
No less than 7 zeroes, stimulate bitches libido
Flow crazy just like Danger Mouse and Cee-Lo
From a kilo to a yacht in Cabo
Chillin like December in Toledo
He's so hungry for the money like he's still selling dimes
Got a mil on his mind, dollar bill at a time

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Ain't no vacation, working like a Jamaican, mixed with a Hatian
Several different occupations - no exaggeration

18-20 hour days while you sleeping, my money making money
Patient I ain't chasin money, 'less the conversation money
And what you saying dunny? Why you talking to me?
Hundred bound a verse, a quarter mil a show, a mil a movie
PRPS, Gucci, Louis got my head as big as Stewie's
20 mil's the answer if you ask me how Akoo is doing
Pay me now or keep it moving, no exception, no confusion
If we racing to the top, no competition, I'm a shoe-in
And you in my way, don't ruin my date
Fore I pay 100K for them to boo you off stage
I'm way up front, stop playing, don't front
Used to want dough like JC but now I'm thinking Donald Trump
Bob Johnson, Warren Buffett, fuck it, it ain't that tough
Hundred mil stacked up, dollar bills add up..

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