Rozz Dyliams - Dollars Falling From My Soul (Prod. by Larry Luxx) | Текст песни

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[Hook]
Yeah
Silly little stupid dumb bitch
All I wanna do is make numbers happen
All I wanna do is get rich
All I wanna do is keep my money stacking
Stacking stacking
Stacking stacking
Stacking stacking
Ohhhh
My vision gets dark but the room is so cold
All you see is dollars falling from my soul

Riding through the city of Seattle with the zip on me
And a permanent case of the ash Wednesdays
I don't have friends regardless what my friends say
Use to trap out of Sin City in an extended state
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Skin like Ivory
Imma get it all no matter whatever the cost be
Come out with the tone let you touch like Crosby
I'ma live and die where its cold and its foggy
Rozz be often
Walking the thin line between love and learning love
Tears of a thug keep falling
As I'm living life like the cover of Checkmate Ballin
Spending my time in the dark with a fat ass grip
I grip till I fall asleep on it
Wake up in the morning in possession of a drug that
You can not find in the form of a substance

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