Dollar signs Kap, your name's on the beat (Hmm) Yeah Dollar signs, dollar signs on my mind Don't got no love for the bitch, no heart No, I'm not spending no valuable time Soon as he tried me, he died Where he died at, they leave teddy bears like it's Valentine Got my hood on my back like a damn spine (Yeah) We see the opps, we gotta collide Call 'fore you come to the trap, we got a damn line Bands on bands on bands just like Drumline Steppers with me, they be marching Step, step (Mhm), step, step (Yeah) Come straight out the hood, I got wealth (Yup) Ho keep it quiet as kept (Shh) Fuck it, stretch it and kill Uh, bam, bling, bale, boom Hold up, I don't need no help Uh, ran that shit up by myself (By myself) I had to play (Yeah), the hand I was dealt (Okay) If you told on your gang (Pussy), you told on yourself (For sure) So get spanked with a belt Man, hah, what I tell you? I can't even blame them They get that pussy shit from they daddy (Hah) I thought the money would stop all the madness Money came, boy, shit got tragic (Fuck) They say more money, more problems I guess they ass went camping (Hmm) Try the gang, they get on your ass like a rash Won't try again, you know that shit won't happen (Fool) Fire his ass up, they dress him up They got him dripping in casket (Hah) Count this shit fast (Yeah), then recount it backwards (Yeah) Got a sack like a tackle (Sack) X 'em out like I'm Malcom Not worried 'bout them, keep them Dollar signs, dollar signs on my mind Don't got no love for the bitch, no heart No, I'm not spending no valuable time Soon as he tried me, he died Where he died at, they leave teddy bears like it's Valentine Got my hood on my back like a damn spine (Yeah) We see the opps, we gotta collide (Crash) Call 'fore you come to the trap, we got a damn line Bands on bands on bands just like Drumline (Drums) Steppers with me, they be marching Step (Mmh), step (Mmh), step (Mmh), step (Mmh) Come straight out the hood, I got wealth Ho keep it quiet as kept My young niggas wild, they don't watch where they step Shit get deep in these streets, better stay on the steps This lil' nigga steppin' for rep Your watch is not real, boy, that Rollie a rep' Put my Rollie in shoeboxes up on the shelf All the weed I be smokin' exotic, it come from the top of the shelf Niggas be holdin' they nuts and they breath Niggas be pussy but they don't want no problems, don't want no discrepancy I told my whole hood we gon' leave us a legacy Went got me a check, call me Mr. Checkadee Walk through the mall, fans run up, they huggin' me I should've never fucked her, the bitch keep on bugging me I'm not from Harlem, but I get that money, B (Yo) Dollar signs, dollar signs on my mind Don't got no love for the bitch, no heart No, I'm not spending no valuable time Soon as he tried me, he died Where he died at, they leave teddy bears like it's Valentine Got my hood on my back like a damn spine We see the opps, we gotta collide