Letra da Música Every Last Dollar de OnCue

They all got dollar signs in they name
I just got dollars in my name
You should know that I'd be lying
If I said that wasn't strange
Than say that shit out loud
Cause nowadays I can't complain
The same shit that held me down
Same reason I'm getting paid
From the top of your shit list
Then checking off my wish list
Nearly, getting evicted
In the end its I that fishes
And I'm getting all our bitches
Nah I don't mean women
If you ever chose to listen
Please trust me there's a difference
Not everything that's gold really glistens
Rappers all they already know
And champagne is what I'm pissing
I appreciate my folks
Reality is rippling
Nah I didn't predict it
It was given from my written's
If you bump my shit, yeah you know you do
You think I sing too much?
Deep throat a pole or two
What am I supposed to do
Cause all y'all are boring me
So I act accordingly
Even more importantly
Shouts to kuz for recording me
He gets to witness greatness in the making
All I see is green lord
I'm stuck up in the matrix
Belly floppin' on this cash
Pray I don't hit
That fake shit on the way down
On the way down

If I had all the money
In the whole wide world
I wouldn't buy you shit
If I was filthy rich
I'd spend it all on me
I'ma spend it all on me

If I had everything I ever wanted
I wouldn't have my scars no more
I would flaunt them
I would spend it all on me
I would spend it all on me

Every last dollar
Ima spend it all on me
Every last dollar
Ima spend it all on me

I try to keep moving so I'm assuming
But I'm living life like truman
The camera zooming
Poured a vodka in the newmans
Yes its prognosis
Proper cause the thunder now boomin'
Between my temples
Like instrumentals that keep on resuming
I'm old enough to admit that I love the chaos
Good sex, cigarettes, and nfl play-offs
Tell my personal adolfs
That it's all about to pay off
Should I let 'em live?
MM, what do we say, nah, hell no
Born in some shelters
My feet are still on fire
For running through hell though
Let me cool them off, with
Bottle service
And models jerking us all behind the curtain
She twerking, ooh that booty so soft
Think again, if you say this shit
Don't come without a cost
I put peggy in some first
But the rest won't hear a word
Not a peep, not a dime
I can't sleep, there's no time
If I let my momma wine
You let me bleed while you recline
You used to laugh and mock at us
But I don't think you'd laugh
If you saw the numbers they offer us
Champagne with sparklers
Tan bitches they gawk at us
Screaming please pardon us
But cuey you so marvellous
Won't you put your cock in us?

If I had all the money
In the whole wide world
I wouldn't buy you shit
If I was filthy rich
I'd spend it all on me
I'ma spend it all on me

If I had everything I ever wanted
I wouldn't have my scars no more
I would flaunt them
I would spend it all on me
I would spend it all on me

Every last dollar
Ima spend it all on me
Every last dollar
Ima spend it all on me