DollarSigns by Tyler Jets Lyrics
[Hook:Tyler]
Ok that money money money keep falling out my duffle bag, money money money money money got my pants saggin' all I see is money money money throwin' dollar signs, shawty do it for me won't you buss it for a dollar sign, pull up in that new foreign something they never seen before, pull up in that new skir something they never seen before
[Verse 1:Tyler]
A hundred bottles coming a hundred models coming, I wish a nigga would bitch I'm Paul Bunyan, bullshit walk but she run from it money falling my pockets clumsy, got good brain but she walk stupid, they gassed up but I'm car pooling big pockets I mean stair tall, that bullshit still miss me nigga air ball, diamonds sing like Diana Ross I don't know another nigga fuckin' with Tyler, pay me for freestyles that bullshit miss me, I don't even write raps, hoe I rewrite history, fresh to death I pop toe tags, the crown fit gym class, pull up in that new droptop behind me, hop out that bit' like I'm skydivin'
[Hook:Tyler]
[Verse 2:Tyler]
Young! Chains on put the bitch to sleep, got fat pockets Kamora Lee all I smoke is palm tress, nigga yo pockets on short sleeve who you know hotter with this young shit, who you know hotter with this dumb shit, shawty throw that pussy at me that's a interception, (my bitches love me) money all in my duffle bag, all she know is Prada Louis, all I know is a lot of cash, but it's MOB this is the testament I'm definite but what's the meaning, I'm fly as hell is that angel or demon ?
[Hook:Tyler]
Ok that money money money keep falling out my duffle bag, money money money money money got my pants saggin' all I see is money money money throwin' dollar signs, shawty do it for me won't you buss it for a dollar sign, pull up in that new foreign something they never seen before, pull up in that new skir something they never seen before
[Verse 1:Tyler]
A hundred bottles coming a hundred models coming, I wish a nigga would bitch I'm Paul Bunyan, bullshit walk but she run from it money falling my pockets clumsy, got good brain but she walk stupid, they gassed up but I'm car pooling big pockets I mean stair tall, that bullshit still miss me nigga air ball, diamonds sing like Diana Ross I don't know another nigga fuckin' with Tyler, pay me for freestyles that bullshit miss me, I don't even write raps, hoe I rewrite history, fresh to death I pop toe tags, the crown fit gym class, pull up in that new droptop behind me, hop out that bit' like I'm skydivin'
[Hook:Tyler]
[Verse 2:Tyler]
Young! Chains on put the bitch to sleep, got fat pockets Kamora Lee all I smoke is palm tress, nigga yo pockets on short sleeve who you know hotter with this young shit, who you know hotter with this dumb shit, shawty throw that pussy at me that's a interception, (my bitches love me) money all in my duffle bag, all she know is Prada Louis, all I know is a lot of cash, but it's MOB this is the testament I'm definite but what's the meaning, I'm fly as hell is that angel or demon ?
[Hook:Tyler]