Sam Wesson - All I See Are Dollar Signs (feat. Kidd ?Uest) Lyrics

I just wanna stack a million, billion, trillion dollars
(Stack a million, stack a billion, stack a trillion)
I just wanna stack a million, billion, trillion dollars
(Stack it, stack it up, stack it up)
I just wanna stack a million, billion, trillion dollars
(Stack a million, stack a million)
I just wanna stack a million, billion, trillion dollars

Yeah
Let me take ya way back
To the broke days
To the never had ideas
Wasn't woke days
I used to always tell my mama
I could handle it
Just so I could feel like
I was the man and shit
It was abandonment
It was my motivation
Locomotive in my mind I see a train station
I see the early morning grind
I see the late stay-ins
I see the blood stains
I see the tears rain
I see I gotta keep on goin' for the weight on my back
Gotta stay low I squat when the demons attack
Benjamin my only friend
I've seen too many backs turn just for a couple 10's
I'm including my own blood
Because in the end
Gotta keep it 100
It ain't love if it's just pretend
Cause when they see a bag
All of a sudden I'm seeing hella hands
Poured out with their pockets out
They wanna rich nigga laid out on the streets dead
Know they gotta get they bread up
Now I'm fed up
Nigga tryna get the bag, yuh
Blue cheddar
Aye
Ain't no holdin' back a young nigga
I don't even want the fame I want a new Hummer
Yeah, the beat moves slow but I'ma go harder
Bring the ink to my soul
Make permanent markers
Yeah
But I ain't worried bout it
(But I ain't worried bout it nigga)

I just wanna stack a million, billion, trillion dollars
I just wanna stack a million, billion, trillion dollars
I just wanna stack a million, billion, trillion dollars
I just wanna stack a million, billion, trillion dollars

Yuh
Take me way back to the old days
Yeah the cold days (cold days)
When I got knocked down, onto my face
When I ran away from my bullies
Who used to chase me
Up and down the street, I got my ass beat
Seven times a week
They beat my ass every day until I was weak
I could hardly speak, yeah I could barely breathe
Dirt beneath my feet
And honestly the money was never coming
I found my track and started running
Waited for the checks to start coming in
Because money was running thin but even then
I turned my back to the wind, kept pushing forward like a locomotive, call it motivation
People trading sides like it's nothing
Pushing and shoving, acting disgusting not giving a f*ck when the brothers are dying
As long as they're making a profit, it's shocking what people are doing for Gucci and Louis
They be using coercing, conversing, word turning
And twisting and shifting the meanings of words
It's a curse, I'm immersed (Yeah)
I just wanna make a mill', couple hundred dollar bills I don't know (Yuh)
Here I go

(Aye)
This song is over but we still broke (Yeah)
But let's end this shit on a good note (Aye)
I got my homie
He got big bro
And we gone ride it up the charts
Until we big rich
And we gone make u spin it spin it
Like a gym class
Yea all the ladies throwin' ass
Just like a quarterback
I f*ck with dimes
Take two of those and give the nickel back