Jaae - DOLLA$ Lyrics

I want them dollars
School these bitches, I'm the bad bitch scholar
I'm from St. Louis, so you know I'm speak proper
Like Hitman, yeah, that nigga wanna holla
You can't talk to me, nigga, if you ain't got no commas
Bad bitch from the Midwest
I'm makin' money now, yeah, I'm big blessed
When they see me doin' good, they be in distress
They wanna see me fall, these hoes big pressed
Scoring points, I'm a referee
Put my money where my mouth is, ain't no stoppin' me
Boss bitch contest, I'm a nominee
Can't hang with no bitch, it's always spilling tea
Like, shut the f*ck up hoe!
You hoes goofy, y'all some clowns
I'm already up, yeah, they wanna pull me down
See me on TV, your smile turn to a frown
Bitch, I'm your queen, bitch, give me my crown
I want them dollars
If he got pesos, I might call him Papa
Cause you can't speak to me if you ain't got no guala
F*ck with boss bitches, the real shot callas
I want them dollars
If he got pesos, I might call him Papa
Cause you can't speak to me if you ain't got no guala
F*ck with boss bitches, the real shot callas
Run up, run up, run up on me
Let me tell you, bitch, you gettin' f*cked up
Learn to shut your mouth and keep your quiet, shut the f*ck up
Saw you turn your head, I popped my neck, but this ain't Brukup
Higher than a house, that's worth the Rustle, nigga, from up
Bitch, it's JAAÈ, ain't no Z, I got baby with me
It ain't a bitch, doing better, so stop playing with me
Somebody lied lil bitch, I'm perfect like I'm playing "For Keeps
They serve me up a silver platter like I'm playing the keys
Nigga, catch up, you too slow, can't see you, you suck
Niggas trash, though, pussy whipped, I won, man, you done
Better to forfeit, so go for it, yes, go give it up
Ain't no shade, though, I schooled you, I'm big dad, you son
Where them dollars at? Said that you ain't got it, then I'm falling back
Can't f*ck with a broke body, so I gotta send you back
I just seen a hundred bottles coming from the front
Just look at the face, it's serving body, giving cunt, nigga
I need the green, where them dollars at, nigga?
Let me double check the bag, is it money or a nigga?
Chopping down, spend some money on a verse
You know that Z, my lil' ah!
She hold the Glock in the purse!
I want them dollars
If he got pesos, I might call him Papa
Cause you can't speak to me if you ain't got no guala
F*ck with boss bitches, the real shot callas
I want them dollars
If he got pesos, I might call him Papa
Cause you can't speak to me if you ain't got no guala
F*ck with boss bitches, the real shot callas
Hoes can't feel me, even if it was massage
Trying to make this song with the queen (Nicki?) Minaj
Send 'em attachments, that bitch montage
Walk in the building with my boss entourage
Center of attention like a sun, I'm a star
Out of this world, I'm that bitch like Mars
Bitch say I'm weird, yeah, I say I'm bizarre
Stay on bitches mind like a long-term star
I'm the present cause I'm gifted
Need a strong hitter like a way, I'm trying to get lifted
Leaping like a frog, bitch, call that bitch ribbit
Stay in first place wearing my blue ribbon