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Snoop
20 dollars to my name
Deep in this dice
I dust off my
I off two g's
left to do, but buy some shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob every known dope
I'm having hard times, grit, and
i'm tyring to get mine
Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way that goes
Gotta keep your on some motherfuckin' fetty yo
And keep a down bitch for when money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up they come out
I'm blowing in the
It good my friend
Silkk brought the gin & juice and my chipped in
I'm amongst killers with a dub in my loc
A drug dealer at the same I love to smoke
But if I wasn't in rap game
Would a nigga dogg have 20 dollars to his name

Choruos
Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of
And the thing we now is gan bangers and thugs
If my yale don't sell how we proceed
Because we can't the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat

I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with
this automatic rocket
Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a
Let'em now this of my finger is worser than jock itch
Extended glock clips allow me to cop
Erasing tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this
Cold killing for ? ? ? this
Soda couldn't this
Chop a shelf when I this
My ? ? ? chop this
The hunger that I
Setting here wondering should I take it his soul
See this here a hole
Allowed silencer to blow
And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty

slim
Now with this last 20 I might buy me some douja
Because that weed from magnolia have a nigga sober
I seen my nigga nigga from way way
Me and him to jack and rock a rental cadillac
He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm
He my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin
And I'm bossin, and up at the same time
So if you thinking about me it'll be your death in ? ? ?
And why put your life in danger 20 dollars, that's all I got
And my weed habit is so close to powder it ain't worth being

Silkk the
Now look, I'm fresh up out of jail it goo to be on the outside
I had 120 dollars, but I spent a 100 on my
Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my
Nigga front me some motherfuckin' caine
I him weed charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one
Some shit
Some out the projects dumb
weed and blunt shit
Some I don't a fuck shit, where it from shit
Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no sun

Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get
So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to a motherfuckin' kick

Now whether rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting
Y'all call me down? ? ? do get scared I ain't flipped till my smoking
It be a just to eat
And it be hard on these
get my hustle on
Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit last long picture this