Lyrics
I was just getting up out of bed
And wondering how I might flip the bread
I just made a grand but gotta make rent
Dolla make dolla make dolla make dolla
Born into poverty, money disease
You wanna live but it don't come free
Stack up the paper, you gotta go green
Dolla make dolla make dolla make dolla
You wanna make it on top?
Then shake it, shake it, make a bop
Dance for em, make it pop
Show em that you from the block
Don't forget to hit the grrrrrrrr
"Yeah I work hard!"
You a nepo baby
You could have it all but not my validation
The world set up like a arcade,
If you want a piece, you gotta pay-to-play
Ok let's play it then!
Don't get up in your feelings man
You wanna play but don't play yourself
Baby that check ain't gonna pay itself
I hear them talk about wealth, generational
Minimum wage in my lineage, recounting days we were happy in interludes
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
I wanna make it forever!
They do it? I do it better
Born a black sheep but I'm dying the pick of the litter
Big dreams since a little kid
Thought I would never make it but I did
2019 i made my first $50
Now we add a couple 0s in the back
20,000 hours in, need a couple more
We got no time to relax
Clock in, clock out
Go get the bag, go get the bag, go!
Go get the bag, go get the bag, go!
Go get the bag, go get the bag, go!
Tap in, tap out
Blue collar, White collar, hands up, man down
Go get the bag, go get the bag, go!
Go get the bag, go get the bag, go!
I was just getting up out of bed
And wondering how i might flip the bread
I just made a grand but gotta make rent
Dolla make dolla make dolla make dolla
Born into poverty, money disease
You wanna live but it don't come free
Stack up the paper, you gotta go green
Dolla make dolla make dolla make dolla
Sick and tired of struggle rap, you wanna trap, you wanna flex
Sick and tired of being sick and tired in the trenches
You just wanna see it all, you don't wanna have to choose
If you say money don't buy happiness then I say fuck you
King of the league in my little city now I'm tryna flip it to a Barclays
This for every time saw my mother coming home with limping with a back ache
I made a promise to me
I would never live my life on my knees
Light up the stage and I'm upping the fee
Do it again and again yeah I'll flip every win to a parlay
Nobody taught me bout money,
Man, I had to learn to invest in myself first
Picking between food and medication, man,
This shit is bigger than my net worth
Buckle up boy, you a man now
I cannot wait for a handout
Hustle up hustle up I know you wanna be free
But freedom comes with a fee
Clock in, clock out
Go get the bag, go get the bag, go!
Go get the bag, go get the bag, go!
Go get the bag, go get the bag, go!
Tap in, tap out
Blue collar, White collar, hands up, man down
Go get the bag, go get the bag, go!
Go get the bag, go get the bag, go!
I was just getting up out of bed
And wondering how i might flip the bread
I just made a grand but gotta make rent
Dolla make dolla make dolla make dolla
Born into poverty, money disease
You wanna live but it don't come free
Stack up the paper, you gotta go green
Dolla make dolla make dolla make dolla