Makin' ya dance every chance I get (uh huh)
And haters sayin damn, will he ever catch bricks?
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill
Makin' ya dance every chance I get (uh huh) {DJ Envy! Red Cafe! Co-op the album!}
And haters sayin damn, will he ever catch bricks? {Y'all done messed up now!}
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {WWHAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT?}


Yeah, straight up, I be paid up
Get white girl powdery like makeup
Or IArm & Hammer cut it up no razor
You order, I deliver like labor
I be the waiter uh! The bartender, uh!
The reason your girl "Gone 'till November", uh!
Wifey burglar-ra, I be servin ya
Rihanna on the hook, the "murderer", gets it (On!)
My girls be on Pa (Tron!)
My exit's on the throne, cameraman take a flick (Click!)
I’m "Rich, Boy" "Thew' D's on a b****!" (Click!)
I get it raw like Wh-Wh-Whitney (What else?)
My hair bald like Br-Br-Britney (what else?)
Arm & Hammer, got the meanest leans
So I got a lotta sons, the Phoenix team, uh!


Makin ya dance every chance I get
And haters sayin damn, will he ever catch bricks?
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh!}
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {What else?}
Makin ya dance every chance I get
And haters sayin damn, will he ever catch bricks?
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh!}
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh?}
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh!}
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh?}


That's my DJ, that's my DJ
When he spin, holla holla "Go DJ!"
I pass off the work, it's relay
I'm magnet for the chicks, it’s ea-say
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Please believe me, I like girls from Georgia (Yes!)
From Philly (Yes!), from Florida (Yes!)
D.C., V.A., California (what else?)
Texas, New York, I love all 'em (THAT ALL!)
Shorty get it from her mama, Call me daddy


So I chirped the baby (FABOLOUS!)
Come through in that two tone purple maybe
Around, 7-Eleven fo a slurpee maybe
The white linen suit by a purple lady
Champagne's cold in the purple haybee
(?) in the jar like Gerber baby
When I'm done I pat her on the back burb the baby yes!


Makin ya dance every chance I get (uh huh)
And haters sayin damn, will he ever catch bricks?
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh!)
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {What else?}
Makin ya dance every chance I get (uh huh)
And haters sayin damn, will he ever catch bricks?
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh!}
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh?}
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh!}
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh?}


Yeah, yeah, pretty young thing, whatta throat wit 'pino
Playa like me, I be off the cleeko
And I throw chips in the air like Frito -
Lay, complements the Cafe
Ay, now you know I set up shop in the hill
All I’m about is that dolla, dolla bill
Konvict, grind with the money green thumb
Shakedown, that’s the Rockwilder on the drums


Makin ya dance every chance I get
And haters sayin damn, will he ever catch bricks?
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh!}
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {What else?}
Makin ya dance every chance I get
And haters sayin damn, will he ever catch bricks?
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh!}
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh?}
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh!}
All-all I'm about is that dolla, dolla bill {Huh?}

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